Afraid (Jack Gilinsky)

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Two hours..

He left two hours ago and I am here in the corner of my room with my head in my lap replaying his words.

Whore. He thinks of me as a whore, an easy get. Maybe it's also the way I dress..? Maybe I'll start covering up. Do others see me as a slut or whore?

"Hey Casey. You okay?" Amber asked looking around the dark room.

Should I tell her? But how would she react? Will she choose sides?

"Nothing just thinking, are you okay? Anything from jackass?" I say to her.

She slides down the wall sitting next to me, "nope, but I did get my mind off things. Hey you never know when the next guy will come around."

She wiggled her eyebrows and nudged my side with her elbow. I smiled at her a little and nodded.

"Well I'm going to make dinner, lasagna. Your favorite," she said trying make me a little happier.

Which it did, I love lasagna with a burning passion.

She pat my head and left the room.

You can't sit on this dirty floor forever.

Watch me.

That reminds me that is really need to clean. I haven't even completely unpacked, that's sad. I guess I won't sit here forever.

Right as I stand up, my phone starts ringing playing my ringtone.

Can we fast forward to go down on me.

Stop there and let me correct it.

I wanna live a life from a New Perspective.

I walk over towards my phone on the other side of the room, more like speed walked so I don't miss the call.

Once I get to my phone, I answer it to fast to check who was calling.

"Hello?"

"Hey, so there's this party going on later."

"Good facts Sam. I'm guessing your going to this said party."

"Yes I am, and so are you," he said matter-of-factly.

"Whoa whoa whoa. I don't do parties, especially high school parties. I refuse."

He chuckles, "And that is why it wasn't a question Casey."

I groaned, "I have to?"

"You must. And you will, because i'm going to get you in half an hour."

"Of course. Alright I guess, see you then Samuel."

"See you then."

'Call Ended' onto the screen of my phone. I laughed and set the phone down on my nightstand.

A party? With people from school? But I hate those people, and parties. They're always so loud and everyone is on top of one another.. This is going to be awful.

Whatever, take the chance. Could be the only party you'll go to.

My thoughts take over and i'm walking towards my closert searching through clothes to wear.

Too nice.

Too bad.

Casual or a little more casual? This is impossible.