Chapter 6
DJ's P.O.V.
The hour of sex between Missy and I had past hours ago. I had decided to pay for Miller and Daisy's room without even asking. We're now back on the road to Rome as Missy was playing Mario Kart 7 on the 3DS. She had Peach and was racing on the SNES Rainbow Road track. As we drove, we were listening to Blood Red Summer by Coheed And Cambria. All this time on the road had made me remember something in the past. I wished I could take it back for everyone. As we were walking out the doors of the Wakitcha High School for spring break, I remembered Daisy, Missy and I talking. I still had brown hair and my golden chain necklace said "V".
"So, what's on the plans for spring break?" asked DJ.
"Well, I'll probably be in my room, crying my eyes red!" Missy whined.
"Yeah, then no precious boy would wanna date you, 'cause you'd look like a demon." said DJ.
"My precious boy is too happy for me." Missy said angrily, slung her backpack on her shoulder and began walking.
"Does she like me?" asked DJ.
"Why don't you ask her?" asked Daisy.
"No." said DJ.
"You're harsh." said Daisy.
"I apologize." said DJ.
"I'm talking to her." said Daisy and walked after her sister. "Missy, wait!"
Missy turned around.
"I can't believe you took him away from me." said Missy. "You know I like him!"
"Well, I'm sure he doesn't like you!" said Daisy, angrily.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing." Missy said with a smirk on her face. "You don't like him! You and I both know that!"
"Well, the one I love isn't here!" Daisy shouted.
"SO, YOU STEAL MINE!" Missy shouted.
"SHUT UP!" Daisy shouted. "You're just a whiny little bitch!"
"FUCK YOU!" Missy shouted.
"Don't think mom won't find out about those pills you stole." said Daisy.
"Let me talk to YOUR boyfriend." said Missy.
"Fine." said Daisy.
Missy walked up to DJ.
"You're gonna make me kill myself!" said Missy.
"What for?" asked DJ.
"Because you're not with me." said Missy.
"I'm not worth it!" said DJ.
"That's what you think." Missy said and walked off.
In the present, tears ran down DJ's face.
"What's wrong?" asked Missy.
"High school." said DJ. "I wish I could forget it."
"Nothing's your fault." said Missy.
"Don't make me believe that." said DJ.