The breakup plan

Ch. 3, Split Ends And Chipped Nail Polish

I tap my fingers over my wooden desk, with such force that a few of my nails c***k, and I let out a childish whine. I look out of the window, I look at the sunset that is painting the sky with splashes of hazy hues of orange, red and even pink, and let out a long sigh.

Tomorrow, I promised Kat that I'll meet with Dion, again, and she had the nerve to beg me not to murder him. As if I do illegal s**t, as tempting as murdering Dirtbag is, I have plans for my future, and they are certainly not spending my years in a dark and cold cell.

I stumble out of my chair and survey my beautiful and oddly messy room;

Earlier, I was in such a hurry to find something to wear that I flung my drawers and closet open and thrown every single item out of them as if they were ticking bombs about to explode in my hand.

“Yikes” breaths Martha, my little sister, as she waltzes into my room without as much as a knock and plops down on my bed. Her weight, crumbling up the tucked perfectly in peach-colored sheets.

Martha and I are night and day; she's skinny with wavy strawberry blond hair and big sky-blue eyes. Me on the other hand, I'm on the chubbier side, my hair is caramel and I have gray eyes.

You would not believe we were sisters, unless you noticed our same button nose.

“Don't you have your own room?” I ask her as I begin to pick up a shirt and neatly fold it. Martha huffs as she takes her phone out of the pocket of her skirt.

“Yes, but your room seemed more exciting. Why is it so messy anyway? Aren't you a clean freak?” she asks, taking a look around my room before swiping her phone over her shirt.

“Believe it or not, I'm preparing for a battle,” I reply as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Martha stares at me with raised eyebrows, her gaze dancing back and fort from her screen to me.

“Battles are old-fashioned, have you been reading historical romance books?”

I glare at her, throwing a pillow that had tumbled off my bed earlier. “No. I'm just planning to chop a person's head off”!

With that, she shrugs and flutters out of my room, leaving me with an ocean of scattered clothes. I begin to sort out my clothes by color and season, occasionally my mind drifts off to Dirtbag and I wonder what kind of person he truly is, if given a chance, of course.

I shrug it off though; he's a scumbag, a d**k, an asshole and nothing is going to change my mind. Not even if he kneels before me and pleads for forgiveness.

Yikes, have I actually been reading historical fiction?

I look around my room when I'm done, and thankfully it isn't anymore a messy painting. My room has always been rather plain; peach-colored walls, a white desk in front of the window, the simplest bed in the history of beds and a closet.

I don't like clutter, I despise clutter, so I usually keep my room clean and sporadically, when I'm moody, I go over to Kat's house to clean.

I sigh through my nose as I lay down on my bed, my hair a tangled mess that smells like Dad after he's returned from his morning run. What's going to happen tomorrow? Will I actually end up murdering him?

I hope not.

My phone rings, and I ignore it. It unfortunately rings again and this time I answer “What?” I ask, my voice sounding strangely tired.

“Tiffany!” I hear Kat's shriek and I flinch just slightly, “There's a party tomorrow, come with me. I beg of you,” she whines as I stiffly get up from my bed. Furthermore, I look at the clock and let out a long sigh.

Twelve pm.

“We have school Monday,” I say, clicking my tongue and yanking my wardrobe open. Most of my clothes are cozy and simple, apart from my dresses; I even have a ball gown. I used to adore Disney Princess' so I ended up begging Dad for a green gown.

“And?” Kat questions, “Come on, I know you are joking. I bet you just opened your wardrobe to check if you have a cute dress,” she adds with a soft giggle.

I smile, twirling around and facing the mirror, “You know me too well” I tell her before surveying my nails and cringing at their state; utterly ruined and the magenta nail polish is chipped.

“You don't have to meet Dion tomorrow!” she utters, “We can get our hair done and choose our outfits and possibly fix your nails, I know you ruin them in a jiffy” I can almost feel her rolling her eyes.

I almost started dancing for joy, I won't see Dirtbag, and I'm so eager for this party, but… I let out an awkward laugh, biting down on my nail, “Like I said, you know me too well” I say before crashing upon my bed. Not only that, but I look out the window, the sky is dark amethyst now. Stars are twinkling like fairy lights and beautiful diamonds.

“Weren't you the one who said, that we met when we were in diapers?” she adds as I play with a strand of hair. Kat's parents and mine have been longtime friends; they went to the same school and partied their way through university together.

“And I quote, Ms. Katherine Miller, too much information,” I comment, and I hear Theo calling Kat “What are you and Theo going to watch?”

“Tangled,” she says, however I notice a hint of shyness in her voice, “I wanted to watch it with him. Although, I know it's our movie"

“It is our movie. But go culture your brother” I tell her, after that, we exchange a few virtual kisses, and then she hangs up on me.

I lay in bed until the little clouds that hid away the stars drifted away. Tomorrow is going to be a wonderful day.

Best part is, I'm not seeing Dirtbag.