I Hate You Like I Hate Tuna

I felt water being splashed on my face.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled looking around my room.

Lauren stood there smartly, her hands on her hips and a bucket in her hand. She looked elegant as she wore a large black shirt with leggings and a white belt. She smirked at me.

"'Bout time you snapped out of it, I don't care that he was 'the Pete Wentz' time to move on hun," She said looking at me.

"Way to put it lightly Lo," I said grimacing at her.

"Honey it's been three days since you've left this room, time to get back into the real world."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, time to go, come one!" Lauren grabbed me by the hand and dragged me off my bed.

"Agh! No! Not my bed! Anything but the bed!" I said grasping my sheets as she pulled me into the hallway.

"No! Evita!!" I screamed as she dragged me away.

"Come on Kierra quit being a child!"

"I am a child!"

"Come on kid!" She hauled me onto the couch then.

I jutted out my lower lip and crossed my arms. "Unfair!"

"Nice to see you back to normal." She said smiling.

My face fell then. "Le sigh!" I said laying down.

"I need another week off, their's this Sex In The City marathon-"

"You will not!" Lauren seethed looking at me.

I gulped. "Or I could go get dressed and pretend to be happy."

"Add a girl!" Lauren said with a smile.

I went to go shower.
******
When I came out of the shower I heard Lauren arguing with someone. I walked out into the living room only to freeze.

"I told you not to come here! See this channel boot? Yeah well it's going up your ass if you don't leave!"

"She's my girlfriend!"

"You cheated!"

"I did not! I lost my phone!"

"Oh a reliable story!"

"It is!"

"It isn't!"

"Umm you guys?" I asked looking at the two bickering like children.

"Can I have a say in this?"

"No!" They both said at the same time. I pouted, but remembered my anger.

I glared at Pete. He was in for hell.