"Hey, Chance."
"Hey."
"Why did you call?"
"You've...been distant."
"Oh, sorry. I'm just all over the place at home."
"...You apologized."
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Chance. You don't have to worry for me."
"But...I want to make sure you're okay."
"And I'm telling you that I'm fine. Now, what are you doing?"
"Waiting at the dentist. I can finally get my braces off."
"Cool."
"Yeah, and tomorrow, I'm getting my contacts."
"Double cool. You'll be nerd-free."
"Ha. Yeah. What about you? What are you doing?"
"Oh. I'm at the book store with Gabby and my dad. I'm...actually going to start reading again. Since music helped me stop cutting, I should bring my reading hobby back. My dad was surprised when I walked from him and my sister to the teen section."
"..."
"Are you...smiling?"
"...I just...really like this side of you."
"..."
"Now you're smiling."
"Because...that's the first compliment you gave me."
"Don't get too over excited. I'm still a dick."
"And I'm still a bitch."
"Do you really think you need anger management?"
"It's either that or we can be partners in crime. Would you like that, Bobby? Being wanted and evil?"
"It sure sounds better than anger management."
"Even if we're partners?"
"...That would make if even more fun."
YOU ARE READING
Anger Management
Short Story❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica...
