"Okay okay okay. Question six. How many times have you had sex?" Shawn asked me his Beanie falling off his head slightly. I laughed at his childish and immature question.
"Uh, Shit... maybe like three times." I lied. I technically died a virgin. But nobody really dies a virgin. Life fucks us all pretty hard. "What About you stud? How many one night stands and cherries have you popped." I winked at him and He plopped down on his bed his hands behind his head.
"Oh, more then you know it." He smirked at me and He winked back.
"Okay, tell me something... how the Hell does a scrawny kid like yourself get girls?" I joked and stuck my tongue out him. "I mean there's not a lot on you kid." He glared a hurt glare But He knew I was joking.
"Girls are lining around the block just to rub my Damn feet!" He said with laugh and I laughed with him.
"You're so stupid.. " I said in a Sarcastic manor. But he really was. Trying to be friends with a suicidal ghost girl is a pretty idiotic move right there.. But then I thought.. Aren't i stupid as well? Going back with Tate? Forgetting all he did to my family.. I looked at Shawn and sighed "I gotta go.." I said so softly to him. I got up, making my way to the attic.
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I sat there up in the attic, in the dusty, old bed and let my mind wander wherever.. Why is everything so difficult? I thought people kill themselves to end their misery but mine just escalated 88% more... The complications with Tate were never. Fucking. Ending. My life stuck here is awful, I'm a teenager! I'm suppose to live my life! I'm suppose to get go to parties, cry over guys, get laid, regret it the next mourning.. It was normal... But, being a ghost teen.. All you look forward to is watching other ghosts or owners in the house getting in arguments. So long with Shawn here and his sister and mother have gone through shit. Tate is always stalking me when I'm with Shawn. Why.. What could I even do.. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I sobbed ever so quietly. My feelings were breaking my shield, the shield that I blocky feelings. I didn't like showing people how I felt, I didn't like showing that I was weak and vulnerable
( sorry it's short.. Next chapter will be better!(
