Since the "incident" with Cole happened, we haven't talked. It's been a week. I can't believe I'm saying this... But I kind of miss him and his shitty personality. KIND OF. Keyword, kind of.
"Lunnnnaaaa!!!" I snapped out of my day dream and brought my attention to my brother yelling my name. I groaned and pulled myself off the bed.
"What?" I said, walking into the living room.
My brothers name is Tyler. We're pretty close, he's a year younger than me, sixteen. We're basically identical, and could pass off as twins.
"Hand me the controller." He said, gesturing to the video game controller. I rolled my eyes. "Get it yourself, lazy ass." I said grinning.
He laughed. I was about to walk out of the room, when he spoke again. "So I hear you've been talking to Cole again?" He questioned me.
I shrugged, as I could feel my cheeks getting flushed. "I talked to him a week ago. He gave me a ride home." I said like it was no big deal.
Tyler flew up and started shaking my shoulders. "Cold Chapman gave you a ride home?!" He screamed in my ear. "He's never given ANY girl a ride before. When he hooks up with a girl he makes her drive HERSELF to and fro."
He said, flopping back down on the bean bag. He shook his head. "He has a thing for you, I can tell. Just be careful, okay? That guy is bad news, and I don't want to getting more hurt than you already are."
Tyler was the only one who knew about my depression, and that I hurt myself on a daily basis. "Thanks Ty. Love you."
He just nodded, his focus back on the game in front of him.
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"Luna!" I heard someone shout my name. I turned around and saw my best friend, Tara, running towards me. She was out of breath. "Okay. Okay. Okay." She said, trying to catch up with herself.
"So... There's a party tomorrow night. Andddd I really really really REALLY want to go. But I don't wanna go alone. Could you... Pretty pretty pleaseeee go with me? please Luna?"
"No." I said, not even thinking. I hated parties. You either get knocked up, drunk, lose your virginity, or all of the above.
She groaned, throwing her head back. (That sounded oddly sexual. XD)
"I AM BEGGING YOU LUNA PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! Don't you want to go to at least ONE party before your high school years end?"
"Nope." I said, popping the P.
She put her hand on her hip, thinking of a way to convince me to go. She smiled. "If you go to the party, I'll go the book convention with you."
I gasped and held my hand to my chest. "You bitch." I said.
She smirked. "I'll take that as a yes?"
"If I get pregnant your paying for my baby's health insurance."
She shook my hand. "It's a deal."
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You were the song stuck in my head
Every song that I've ever loved
Played again and again and again
And you can get what you want but it's never enough
And I spin for you like your favorite records used to
And I spin for you like your favorite records used to
And I can't, I can't, I can't remember
Just how to forget, forget the way
That we danced, we danced
To Danzig, and we danced, we danced
I sang softly as I looked through my closet, trying to find something to wear to this party.
Bzzzz!
"Coming over. DON'T PICK OUT AN OUTFIT YET! I have ideas. (;
-Tara<3"
I smiled and rolled my eyes. I should of known she wouldn't let me wear my clothes. I said as I closed my closet door. I grabbed my book, "All the Bright Places" I plopped down on my bed and went into book land.
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"No way." I said as I looked in the mirror. Tara had chosen a black dress that hugged my body, showing off my curves. You could see my cleavage, and the dress only went right below my ass. "Do you WANT me to get pregnant?!" I turned around and yelled at Tara.
She squealed and clapped, jumping up and down. "You. Look. AMAZING! Come on, let me do your hair." She grinned, and pulled me into the bathroom.
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Tara spinner me around so I could see my hair and makeup in the mirror. My jaw dropped down to the ground, basically. "A-are we sure that's me?"
My long brown hair was curled to the side. Tara had put foundation and concealer all over my face to hide the bags under my eyes and all the zits across my face. She had curled my eyelashes and used a hell of a lot of mascara to make my eyelashes darker. Lastly, I had black eyeliner under my eyes, making them pop out.
I slowly brought my hands to my face, touching my face, as if it was a fragile porcelain glass doll.
"Let's go!" Tara squealed and pulled me out of the house.
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As we entered the house, the blaring crappy music already hurt my ears. Sweaty teenagers bumped into me, and I could smell the reek of alcohol.
I turned next to me only to find that Tara was gone. I'm. going. To. KILL. Her.
She fucking left me here to die.
"Hey. Have a drink." I opened my mouth to decline when it was rudely poured into my mouth. The guy smirked and staggered away. I swallowed the liquid, it burning my throat. I went upstairs to look for Tara, when I ran into the same guy who drugged me earlier.
"Please let me by." I said as I put my hand on my hip.
"Fraid I can't do that."
Then everything went black.
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I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SO LONG!!! But hey, I'm back now, aren't I???
Let's say... That this was your guys Easter present, from me to you!
I LOVE the new update. I can see how many words I've typed, and I love it!!! I'm currently at 1030.
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Okay, HAHAHAH sorry. I'm done now.
I had a sleepover last night and I swear one of the girls was fucking high on something. Then again, that's usually me.
Anyways, see you guys next time✖️🙆
-overrthelamebow
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Outcast
Romancedo you know how it feels to be surrounded by people, but still feel deadly alone?
