Drunk or Sober

Mock the Walk / Harleigh's POV

FRIDAY STILL

Boyfriend. The words still felt foreign to me.

Wesley Campbell was my fucking boyfriend.

I honestly don't understand how people genuinely enjoy being in a relationship.

It's stressful.

Being Wesley's girlfriend was tiring too. It was this constant weight on my shoulders, really.

I tried my best to play my role of a perfect girlfriend and I could tell we both weren't having a good time.

And why didn't I just break up with him?

Ryder.

Ryder started talking to me again.

It all started Monday when he saw Wes and I exiting our new 'private' getaway- the Janitor's closet.

It was right by his locker, I made it a point to always get out five minutes before lunch ended, where he'd take a quick smoke break by his locker, the only hallway with no cameras.

I also would fluff my hair a little more, as well as always smear my lipgloss, just a little bit, only to reapply it as I walked out.

Mocking 'the walk of shame' was considerably embarrassing, especially with Ryder on the watch, but I'll spare you any gross-couple details.

Wes and I only ever made out in that tiny, little closet that smelled like bleach and detergent, and some days I even let him cop a feel. Little things, ya'know? Like a middle school relationship.

Because that's still all Wesley was to me.

I told him I loved him, but love- it's supposed to be this big, emotional word that means a million different things, but to me, it was just this four letter waste-of-my-breath kind of word.

He was only ever this middle school relationship to me, meaning that we were both young and stupid, and the whole relationship itself was pointless and awkward. I feel like Wes knew that too, but because of his "forever-long" crush on me, he didn't want to ruin it. He probably should have.

There we go again with the whole middle school thing.

Anyway, Ryder went to my house, saying he had to pick something up that was Ramona's, and Ramona never leaves her stuff here, like ever. So I invited him inside to look, and...

Well, we had sex. It was casual though, so that makes it sort of okay, right?

Lennox and Nate though- that was a tough one. They were literally always on top of each other. Not in the sexual way though, don't get me wrong, they did kiss, but the way they just looked at each other, you could tell something was there. Totally not jealous whatsoever.

Nate never seemed as happy until he was with Lennox.

I did a pretty fucking incredible job setting it up, but now and then I'd remember how these sort of things go and feel guilty.

They both still had three and a half years of high school, then college, then... Well, I don't want Nate to get hurt. I don't want Lennox hurt either.

Maybe they were an exception, at least that's what I hoped for.

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Wes got to my house around seven with Lennox and Ramona. I guess Nate invited her, and Ramona came over on Fridays anyway to keep the house sane. She was basically Charlotte's (my little sister) mother too, aside from my actual mother who was never around. I'd rather not get into that sob story though.

Oh, well, since you're practically on your knees begging by now, I might as well channel my gracious inner self and give you the basics.

Asher and Cecilia Adelaide.

Mr. and Mrs. Queen.

My parents. Oh god, could I even call them that? They didn't deserve such a significant title.

They're pretty much never around, always on vacations and all. And I wouldn't be so angry if I got go too, but I'm stuck here.

Sometimes I question if Nate, Charlotte and I were all mistakes, ya'know? There's honestly no logical reason in the world as to why they even wanted children.

If only you could pick your family!

Kids are gross.

Kids are annoying.

But most of all, kids are fucking expensive.

I guess they just kind of got stuck with us, and we were stuck with them. Unfortunately, Nate, Charlotte, and I got the lower hand.

Barely having parents around had its benefits though. As for the partying, I didn't have a curfew nor did I ever get caught, Nate doesn't get in trouble for almost failing every class, and Charlotte basically does whatever the hell she wants. I mean, there's only so much a five year old can't do, so she basically colors on the walls when Ramona isn't here. But Ramona always cleans it up anyways.

It's not like we're broke or have to work either, Asher and Cecilia always leave money.

They've been gone since November, I think.

Anyways, I let them in and proceeded to fill them in on my little plan while I put out red cups.

"So, basically, I'm throwing a party."

They all looked at me like they'd forgotten how to breathe. It's like they're all 70 years old and forgot how they're supposed to live the greatest moments of our lives. Luckily they have me though, giving them probably the only worthy memories of high school.

"You guys," I pointed at the baby freshmen in my presence. "Upstairs and don't even think about coming down. This is my party."

"Harleigh, are you serious? This is my house, you can't kick me out." Nate glared at me and crossed his arms.

"Don't act all mad, you're definitely thrilled to be spending the night with Lennox. Don't get any ideas if you're planning to stay in my room though!"

I winked at Lennox and her eyes widened. Nate was so red. That really shut him up.

These poor children don't even begin to comprehend the favors I'm doing for them. All they do is complain.

I smirked and turned toward Wes as Lennox and Nate took their very own walk of shame upstairs.

"We're really having a party, aren't we?" Ramona quietly mumbled to Wes.

Being a Queen definitely has its perks. Asher's a recovering alcoholic, so there's pretty much free access to alcohol in the basement.

I was fucking ready.

////time 2 get turnt angels!!!///

////harleighs a cheating lil hoe fuck ://///