83 Chapter 82: Moving Back

I AM FINALLY GOING BACK TO THE UNIVERSITY that I both love and hate. Golden Crown University. There's just so many memories surrounding that place. Meeting all kinds of people there, made me absolutely love the place however some boys just particularly annoy me and the fact that I'll have to dress up as a boy again. I guess it's been so long since I did that.

As I lost in thought from reminiscing about the past memories. I hear the door creak a little, someone on the other side opened it gently with an annoyed expression on there face. "UGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS IN FRONT OF THESE BITCHES!" Alex then had his typical childish tantrums again.

"What's wrong? Why are you like using curse words as punctuation to end your speech again?" I stopped for a second from what I was doing to comfort Alex who seemed to be in a very bad mood. I wonder what made him that sour.

"It's just that.. the manager aka that drunk womanizing man I call my guardian, had advised me to perform in this garbage of a dump school! UGH! CAN'T THEY FIND ATLEAST A GOOD SCHOOL WHERE EVERYONE WAS RICH!?" He shouted, stomping his feet up and down.

"Wait? You're actually upset? Over the fact that people are poor here?" 

"Yes. Not gonna lie, nobody comes for broke bitches. Just keeping it real here." He chuckled before reverting back to his annoyed expression. I sighed and continued packing my things as he stood there in silence, grunting, and being angry.

"If you wanted to perform for a rich school, how about going to Golden Crown University? I mean that school is legit covered in marble and it's like the typical rich kid school." I suggested to him, he turned away. 

"Actually, it is a rich school although knowing that Sugar Time's fanbase is mostly composed of females. I doubt it'll be a good ideal MONEY WISE. To spend money on a concert there WHEN NO ONE IS GOING TO BUY THE TICKETS!" He pointed it out, narrow his eyes onto me with a sneer.

"Oh ya! I guess I never really thought about it financially. I mean I don't really know anything about this cause usually a lot of people do music and acting because they enjoy it. So typically they don't really care abo-"

"No." He stops me from talking. "I doubt they are. I mean the other members of Sugar Time are as fake as I am. I'm just more outspoken about how I feel but usually, the record producers don't really give a shit about you or your message. They just really want the money and that's really how it worked."

"By the way, why are you even going to perform here at Rose Berry University?" I looked up above to ask him a question.

"It's for the festival. You know, where every school invites a lot of businesses to sell products on their campus to earn some money. Apparently Sugar Time is planning on selling tickets here so that they could get some idiots to listen to us singing and dancing. I'm pretty sure you've heard about the festival right?" 

"Silly! I have. Also if you're going to perform here! I'll go ahead and buy a ticket and watch it!" I declared to him, making him blush slightly. 

"Rea.. really? Why would you do that? I doubt you'd enjoy listening to our song. It's legit garbage." He muttered out.

Damn... why is he being cruel to his group's songs. I don't think even songwriters diss their songs. "How about calling it mediocre instead of calling it garbage?" I suggested to him, making his once shy face turn angry.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?" His eyes darken in a pit of rage. WAIT... WHY IS HE MAD AT ME ALL OF A SUDDEN... "Don't go calling my songs mediocre you dumb bitch." He lashed out at me, giving me a pouting face.

"YOU WERE LITERALLY SAYING THAT YOUR SONGS WERE TRASH," I shouted at the hypocrisy. 

"Well I can talk trash about my songs but you can't so don't got it?" He rolled his eyes. TOTALLY NOT MAKING SENSE ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING. DUDE JUST DON'T GO TRASH TALKING YOUR OWN SONGS. 

"Also why are you even packing? Are you going back to your house because of this week-long break?" He asked me.

"Oh no. I'm going back to Golden Crown University. Remember that I told you about it? The fact that I wasn't really an original student here."

"Right..." He then proceeds to go to the fridge to get a taste of some of his biscuits again. OH MY GOD. I REMEMBER EATING THEM... I hope he doesn't notice... CAUSE IF HE DOES HE MIGHT GET MAD AT ME AGAIN FOR STEALING HIS snacks...

I prayed to God, hoping that he would not notice it. As he schemed through the refrigerator looking for something my heart dropped. Until he got out with a water bottle. OH! He wasn't looking for the biscuits, thank Lord!

I picked up the pace on my packing, letting Alex help me in folding the things. He was against it at first but I kind of forced him so he didn't have a choice! Anyways, we spent the rest of the hour, folding and getting everything I needed to be in my suitcase. I'll have to give this to the post office so they can send it on my dorm room so when I go there. I just need to unpack.

"Finally! I'm going to move back to my place at Golden Crown University! Don't miss me too much got it?" I stood up, totally exhausted as I stretched a little, having to sit down on the floor for so long kind of just hurts my butt BUT FINALLY AFTER YEARS OF HARD WORK. WE FINALLY PACKED MY BELONGINGS!

"I am definitely not going to miss you. Having you eating my food my permission is the worst thing that's been happening."

"WAIT? WHAT? I wasn't eating your food!" Oh my god.. I was.. I've been guzzling it up like a wild animal these past days. WHY DOES HE EVEN HAVE SO many SWEETS ANYWAYS. I KNOW HIS GROUP IS CALLED SUGAR TIME BUT STILL!

"Really? You didn't eat the biscuits, cookies, and cakes I placed here? Then who ate them? A ghost or something? YOU'RE SAYING THAT OUR DORM ROOM IS HAUNTED BY A FAT GHOST?" He tells me sarcastically.

"Um.. yes..." I answered timidly.

"Bullshit. So ya. Good riddance. You won't be able to eat some of my food so I'm so happy that you're no longer here!" He chuckled, HE'S TOTALLY ENJOYING ME LEAVING IS HE! WELL WHEN WE FIRST MET, HE WASN'T EXACTLY HAPPY AT THE FACT THAT I WAS LIVING HERE. WHAT A JERK! I TAKE BACK THE THINGS I SAID ABOUT HOW YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON!

"Meanie! Anyways I need to take my luggage to the post office. So they can send them to the dorm at Golden Crown Academy. I'll have to leave now so see you!" I told him as I was grabbing my luggage and dragging it outside.

I can clearly see it on his face. HE'S NOT EVEN BOTHERED THAT I'M GOING AWAY! THAT JERK. I AM SO NOT GOING TO HIS CONCERT. HE'S ALWAYS BEEN THIS MEAN! I MEAN TALK ABOUT LIVING WITH HIM. Most of the time he's gone anyways since he has these voice or dance lessons but that dude can snore like REALLY loudly.

AND NOT TO MENTION HIS ANGER ISSUES. I'VE BEEN THE EAR THAT LISTENS TO ALL HIS COMPLAINS ABOUT HOW SOMEONE WAS A BITCH TO HIM AND JUST HAVING TO COMFORT HIM DURING THOSE TANTRUMS IS SO TIRING AND TIME-CONSUMING! THE LEAST HE COULD DO WAS FEEL SAD THAT I WAS GOING or at least give a going away gift.

I took a deep breath, letting go of any negative emotion that I'm feeling. I stood tall and erect as I looked at the horizon. Finally, I'm going back to Golden Crown University. I'll be seeing everyone again! So they better be prepared to see me but I do hope that nothing wrong happens...