chapter thirteen
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Gracie had just gotten home as I was watching her on my phone.
Not like that.
We have a alarm system and with the alarm system comes an app that we all have on our phones. From the app, we can, lock/unlock the front and back doors, set the alarm, mess with the lights, change the thermostat, open and close the garage door, and see whose coming inside of the house. We have cameras at the front door, the back door, and some other places in the house.
So I was watching Gracie lock the door behind her and head into the kitchen.
I was nervous.
I had to ask Gracie to buy the cigarettes because she's eighteen and I really didn't want to. I knew there were a series of questions coming my way and I didn't want to answer any of them honestly.
I put my pencil down and headed out of my room with a sigh. I went down the steps and into the kitchen.
"Gracie?"
She glanced back at me before continuing to make a sandwich.
"Yeah?"
"I have a question and please don't jump to conclusions like Grayson would."
I sat at the island, placing my phone infront of me.
"Yeah sure. What's up?"
I watched as she began to put the stuff away, thinking of how to ask the question.
"Will you buy me some cigarettes?"
As soon as the word cigarettes fell from my mouth, she dropped the jar of pickles and turned to me with wide eyes, not caring that the jar just broke.
"Ex-f*****g-cuse me!?"
She shouted.
Well, that could've came out better.
"Wait, I promise that wasn't meant to come out like that."
"Then please tell me, Ella Grace. How in the hell is my little sister, asking me to buy her cigarettes supposed to come out!?"
"Okay, true but they aren't for me!"
I quickly added.
Her angry look left and was replaced with a confused one.
"Then who are they for?"
I ran a hand through my near-white hair.
"Blake Millers."
I forced his name from my mouth.
"I'm sorry, Blake Millers? The captain of the football team? Why in the hell would I need to buy him cigarettes?" She crossed her arms.
"Okay, let me start from the beginning. We were talking and he kept trying to smoke. I don't like smoking because it's bad for you. So, each time he pulled out a cigarette, I threw it off of the roof. I threw two singles then threw his entire pack."
She was silent as her brown, wide eyes looked into my blue ones.
"Hu-Wh- You threw Blake Millers cigarettes off of a roof!?"
I nodded with my hand on my head.
"Yeah and now he's embarrassing me until he gets a pack of Newports in his hands from my hands."
She sighed and shook her head.
"Ells, you can't just throw his cigarettes. He's a feared guy, who knows what he might do to you!"
Nothing can beat what you did to me.
"Yeah I know that now. So will you buy them for me?"
She took a bite from her sandwich while nodding.
"Just let me eat this and clean up these pickles, then we can go."
"Alright."
I went back upstairs, leaving my phone downstairs. I went into my room and grabbed a pair of black converse, slipping them onto my feet. I then grabbed my crossbody and keys before heading back downstairs where Gracie had just finished cleaning up the pickles.
"Are you ready?" She asked.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah."
She grabbed her keys and phone while I grabbed my phone from the island and we headed out of the garage door, she locked it behind us.
"Let's take my car." She said.
"Okay."
We got into her BMW and I looked around at the black interior since this was the first time I have ever been inside of it.
Gracie never let me in her car. She always said "you're too fat, you might make my wheels pop off"before laughing and walking away or saying "no ugly people allowed." and driving off.
Yeah she was harsh.
We ended up at the corner store that was about ten minutes down the road.
"They are many types of Newports, did he say which ones?" She asked.
"No, he just said a pack."
We got out and I gave her my card before heading inside with her. There was no line and hardly anyone inside the store, just a girl behind the counter and two boys in the back.
"What types of Newports do you sale here?" Gracie asked.
"Non-menthol, non menthol 100s, platinum blue and platinum blue 100s." The girl said while pointing out each one.
Gracie turned to me and gave me her "time to pretend" look, which made me nod.
"Hm, I don't know which one he wants. Do you remember what he said he wanted?"
That actually said do you remember which ones he had?
"Um no, not really. I just remember him saying something about a blue box."
That actually meant no, they were just in a blue box.
She looked at the girl.
"What's the difference between the platinum blue and the platinum blue 100s?" Gracie asked.
"The 100s are just longer." The girl said while shrugging.
"Great, we'll get one of each." Gracie said.
"Platinum blue and the platinum blue 100s?" The girl asked.
"Yes." Gracie said.
The lady got them and rang them up then told her the total and to show ID when paying.
We got back to the car and she pulled off after laying the cigarettes in my lap.
"Nearly eleven dollars for some stupid cigarettes!? Talk about expensive." Gracie exploded.
"Tell me about it! I might be halfway broke now."
She laughed at my joke, knowing good well I had over eight thousand dollars on my card.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Grayson said that he's going to be home late tonight and not to worry." I told her as she turned right.
"Oh okay, did he mention where he was going?"
"No."
"Probably Ciara's or something."
"Yeah probably."
She pulled into the garage and closed it behind her. We got out and headed into the house.
"Did you eat dinner?" She asked, going into the refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle.
"Yeah, I picked up some Wendy's on my way home."
"Okay. I'm going to shower and probably go to bed. Goodnight"
"Alright, goodnight."
She headed up the stairs and I went to set the alarm manual instead of using my phone.
I plopped down on my bed while looking at the two packs of cigarettes that were in my hand.
He better take these cigarettes and shut up. I still can't believe that i***t embarrassed me over some cigarettes!
Some cancer sticks!
What a douche.
- Writer
