I didn't take my meds today.
Two days ago Caitlin Adams asked if I was bipolar because I was into her on Monday but by Friday I had figured out that she was too demanding.
But those words, that question... it seeped into my soul and tarnished my tho...
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The stream lapped the pebbles and it felt breezy but certainly not as cold as last night.
"Have a beer with me gorgeous." Stephen grabbed a palm full of my hair and gently swooped it over my shoulder and away from my face. The tips of his fingers brushed against my neck and I shivered.
"No thank you." I declined, shuffling away from him awkwardly.
"You up for giving me a blow job instead then?" I looked at him with disgust.
"No."
Before Arlo these kinds of guys didn't bother with me. They knew I was off limits. Now apparently I was free-for-all.
I rested my chin on my knees, watching Arlo. He was sandwiched between two pretty girls, they were pressing their body's right against his and he was loving it.
They danced, under the twinkling stars of Frescos night sky, feet moving on the rocks beside the river. His hands held onto her hip bones pulling her groin closer to his. Meanwhile the girl behind him rubbed her groin on his ass, her hands roaming his chest. Every now again he would turn, making sure to pay them equal attention. It was a heated display and I hated it.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen." Kara laughed, eyeing me up as she flicked ash off the ends of her cigarette. "Won't split a beer with us because you still think you're too good for that but will hide out with us because no one would dare look for Fearne Rosenberg with the town outcasts and sluts." She laughed to herself. "Really, it should be the first place people look because you're just like us."
"I just don't want to drink." I defended, but she was right. I didn't want to be associated with these people.
"He has no problem drinking." She pointed at Arlo, he was toying with the girls hair now, their faces getting too close to one another. He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, this was all him. Kara smiled, watching my disdainful expression. "He looks like he's enjoying himself." She commented and I inhaled sharply because I knew what she was doing.
"We're not together." I told her, purely to remind myself.
Though hours ago he said I was 'practically his girlfriend' now I wish we had removed the word practically because then he wouldn't be dancing like that with two beautiful girls. Or would he?
His face got closer again, his forehead resting against hers as his hand moved around her body, touching the small of her back, her hips, her hair. I felt extremely tense.
They were gonna kiss, no doubt about it. Their embrace was so close, so intimate, so sexy. They were going to make out right in front of me and I was probably going to cry.
She started leaning in, closing the gap between them and I held my breath. As their lips were about to touch Arlo turned his head and she got his cheek. He twirled her out, away from him and pulled her back. She was clearly confused about the lack of kiss but masked it with laughter from the dance moves.
