ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕠

𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏

It's been a week since I've been in California. I spent every single day in my apartment with my Mother coming over every day and rearranging my apartment every time she was here.

"I thought you gave up this ridiculous art time waster a long time ago, Maya," Mother says, skimming her eyes over the painting I completed a couple of days ago.

I painted a girl sitting in a room, pitch black with her crying blood.

My therapist said it was good to find a way to express my emotions healthily.

Apparently shoving your emotions deep inside you and then suddenly just breaking down out of nowhere, isn't healthy.

"No.....clearly not Mother, seeing as I have a whole art set up right next to the window," I say dryly, and she looks me up and down, then throws the painting back in place.

The painting falls and the edge of the glass table pierces a hole in it.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

I rush over to the painting and take it from the edge. Mother looks at me with a disdainful look and rolls her eyes. "Darling, it's a piece of manilla cardboard. If it's so important, remake it," she says and then moves to my kitchen. I sit there on the floor as she re-organizes my spice drawer again. It's not like I can fucking cook, why do I even need it?

Maybe I'll find a man who can cook.

The sounds of her slamming the containers down over and over again irritated me. I got off the floor and stomped to the kitchen.

"Maya Anneliese St. Martin, why are your feet so goddamn heavy?" she glares at me and then turns back to her task.

I clear my throat before speaking.

"Mom, I thought that the point of me having an apartment instead of living on campus was so that I wasn't cramped living with other people and could have my personal space?"

She lifts her eyebrow and looks at me skeptically. "Yes, that is correct," she says, still mainly focusing on the spices. I watch her as she puts them in a specific order, then takes them down. She was rearranging the entire thing like some never-ending cycle of madness.

"Will you just stop it with the fucking spices, Mother," I yell, but throw a hand over my mouth after I realize I just cursed at my Mother. I've been cursing since I was 12 years old and I've never cursed at my Mother. Her hands stop and she looks straight ahead. I hold my breath and look at her, waiting for impact. Like I was about to get hit in the head with a fucking spaceship or something.

"Maya. Are you suggesting that I've been in your apartment too much?" she asks, calmly.

A little too calm.

"Maybe...." The pitch in my voice goes a lot higher.

My lying tell

"The apartment that I paid for?" she asks. Her voice is still calm, but I can hear a little spectacle of anger hiding in there. I knew that she would've used that against me. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"I mean...technically the lease is in my name," I mutter, but she still hears me.

"Oh is it in your name?" She looks at me, amused by the situation all of a sudden.

"What do you mean? Of course, it's in my name."

She lets out a loud laugh. A hearty laugh. A laugh so big and grand, that I realize that I'd never heard my Mother laugh like that. She usually does her usual quiet laugh, with her hand slightly clutching her blouse.

"If you think that I would leave this pristine $1750 a month apartment in your name...a bratty, irresponsible teenager who likes to go out and party with drugs and alcohol...." she trails off realizing that she's wasting her breath explaining herself.

"You put me in an apartment that had your name on it. That means that any changes that happen to the apartment will have to go through you first."

"I also have someone to let me know if you have any visitors."

EX FUCKING CUSE ME?!

"No," I mutter and then head to my room. I grab two duffle bags from my closet and start stuffing my clothes in the bags. My Mom follows me into my room and she rolls her eyes. "Oh for the love of God, Maya. Stop this nonsense." She walks over and tries to pull my clothes out of the bags, but I throw them back in. We keep going back and forth, but I eventually snatch them out of her hand.

I leave my room to go and get my art supplies and she follows me. "And where do you plan to go, Maya? You want to be homeless for all four years of college. You don't get your inheritance until you turn 21," she yells. I pack all my paint and brushes into the bag. I grab a few of my books from the mini bookcase next to it.

I push past my Mother and grab a suitcase. I put all of my shoes in there along with the rest of my clothes, and jewelry. I have all of my essentials together in under 10 minutes and my Mother just stands there, gobsmacked. "I'll go see if they have any extra dorms available," I mumble. I head out of the apartment with my stuff and she doesn't try to stop me. It's not like I really expected her to anyway.

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After three hours of sitting in a long line of new, incoming students I finally found a space in dorm room 304. I knocked on the door and no one answered. My roommate is supposed to be Angela Florence, but I've yet to see any sign of this "Angela". As I was unpacking my things, I hear a loud bang.

"I told you to leave me the fuck alone, Ryan. We're over," I hear a girl yell. Suddenly the door opens and tries to close, but a very tanned hand stops it. A chocolate-skinned girl with braids that reach to her back is now standing in my room. Her hips were curvy and her waist small, but not skinny. She had a beautiful shape. Suddenly, I felt very insecure. My barely B-cup could not even measure to hers.

"Babe, you can't be serious. We're supposed to be forever," the tanned guy says, which I'm guessing is Ryan.

"Yeah, well you should've thought about that while you were fucking your cousin," the girl yells.

HUH?

"I didn't know she was my cousin at the time," he yells back.

"That is not the main focus right now."

IT SHOULD BE THE MAIN FOCUS

"Angela, please. Babe, I love you," Ryan begs. He literally, I kid you not, get's on his knees and starts begging.

"Good God, Ryan. Get the fuck up."

Ryan gets up. "Ryan listen to me," Angela starts. She walks forward and Ryan walks backward. "Me and you are done." She shoves him out the door, he tumbles, and she slams the door before he can get back in. She slumps against the door and then she finally notices me.

"Did you just see that whole thing?" she asks, quietly.

I smile awkwardly.

"And heard it too," I respond in the same voice.

She pauses for a second before coming towards me and sitting on the bed.

"Okay get this. Me and the guy you just saw have been together since the beginning of our senior year. This new girl moves to our school in like February and who moves in February, that's just fucking weird, but I digress. I find out that he started fucking her two weeks after she came here, for three months. Then when he invited me to meet his parents, I saw the new girl there with his aunt and come to find out, that's his fucking cousin. The girl starts going ballistic, crying and confessing to everyone like we're some holy ghosts."

Angela sucks in a breath when she finishes her story and I take a minute to digest it all.

Woah.

"After that, I moved to another school in our district and dropped all my old friends. I thought I wouldn't see him for the rest of my life until I saw him on campus the other day. And now he won't leave me alone," Angela adds.

"Well.....that's a situation," I say. It's the only thing I can bring myself to say. I scratch the back of my head. "I-I don't even know what to say about that."

Angela lets out a bitter chuckle. She runs her hands up and down her thighs. "Well, forget about that. Hi, I'm Angela Florence. Nice to meet you. What's your name." She smiles at me and her interest is piqued.

"Maya St. Martin," I reply.

She jumps up from the bed, excited. "Wait! St. Martin like Aurelia St. Martin, the model turned business mogul. And her late husband Richard St. Martin, the CEO of St. Martin Enterprises?" How in the hell---?

I click my tongue and turn away from her. "Yeah, those are my parents. I didn't think anyone my age would care about business like that."

Angela's eyes light up in excitement. "Are you kidding? I was obsessed with your Mom when I was a kid. She gave birth and still looked hot. She had my dream body."

I roll my eyes. "Believe it or not, she still has the same body."

"Oh, I believe it."

Angela gets up and goes to her closet. She grabs a suitcase from her closet. "Have you checked out the campus yet?"

I shake my head no. "Mother was too busy spending every waking minute inside my old apartment and telling strangers to spy on me for me to be able to do anything."

Angela's eyes widen. "Oh...wow. I guess it's true your fav celebs aren't what you always think."

Yeah, no shit.

"So, you wanna go or no?"

"As soon as I pack out all my stuff."

Something told me that living with Angela was going to be interesting.

End of Chapter Two

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