"Niomi! Get over here!" My best friend Jess waves me over. I laugh lightly as I jog over to her and a few of our other friends.
"Whatcha need?" I ask.
"In honor of surviving our senior year of high school, I'm having a party at my place tonight. Be there," she jokingly demands.
"I got you," I tell her, "well I should probably get back to my parents... they want to celebrate."I say, putting air quotes around the word 'celebrate'.
"Awe ok, well I'll see you later. Party starts at 10:00 but get there whenever you want," Jess informs me, quickly hugging me before leaving me to get back to my parents.
Before I make it back to my parents, I feel someone grab onto my arm, forcing me to face them.
"Oh, hey Blake," I greet my boyfriend, lightly pecking his lips. "Hey babe, I was thinking that later you could maybe come to my place and we can celebrate together," he suggests.
By the way he says celebrate, I can tell his idea and my idea of celebrating are completely different.
"Sorry, but I already have plans," I pout slightly, trying to convince him that I'm actually disappointed that I can't 'celebrate' with him.
"Awe cmon babe," he begs while gripping onto my waist. "Blake, I said no." I say firmly as he starts to travel his hands higher up my torso. I quickly push him off of me before jogging back over to my parents.
"You guys ready?" I ask them, ready to leave this high school for good.
They both nod and we walk over our car.
"Honey, we're so proud of you," my mom tells me once we're driving.
Real meaning: I wish you'd rethink screwing your life over and maybe actually go to college.
"Thanks mom," I respond unenthusiastically.
Real meaning: don't even put on the proud facade because I see right through it.
"The family is going to be so proud of you as well," she sighs.
Real meaning: I'm not ready for them to hear about you doing nothing further with your life. Now my precious reputation will be ruined.
"I'm sure they will," I roll my eyes.
Real meaning: stop talking to me.
That was the end of the conversation seeing as we have arrived home.
"Well I'm going upstairs to my room. Call me out when we're ready to go out to eat," I mumble as I run up the stairs.
As soon as I enter my room I dive into my bed, savoring the comfort and warmth. Seeing as I'm already laying here now, I guess I'll just take a quick power nap.
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"Niomi! Get up, we're ready to go," my dad yells through my bedroom door. "K, I'll be there in a sec," I yell back, fixing my hair and cleaning up my makeup that smeared during my nap.
I hear my phone ding on my nightstand, indicating that I got a text.
From: Blakeee 👫❤️
You sure you can't come over??? 😩
I roll my eyes and huff in frustration before typing a response.
To: Blakeee 👫❤️
Yes I'm very sure. I already have plans and I told you that...
From: Blakeee 👫❤️
Whatever, see you later then.
I decide on just not replying, getting more and more aggravated by the second. Can he just hop off? I've been contemplating on whether or not I should dump him to be completely honest. I feel like Blake is only with me for physical reasons which really bothers me.
I think the only reason I really stay with him is because I know my parents can't stand him. I know, I know, I'm a terribly human being but it's the complete truth.
I guess I should end things with him soon though, before being forced into something I know I'll regret.
"You coming, Niomi?" My parents call from downstairs. Instead of replying, I just meet them at the front door.
"So, where are we going?" I ask them. "Well, we thought it would be nice to let you choose," my mom says. "Finally letting me choose something on my own," I mumble quiet enough that no one will hear me. "I think TGIFridays would be fine," I say, louder.
"Sounds good," my dad replies, backing out of the driveway.
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"You made it!" Jess exclaims, wrapping her skinny arms around my neck. "Well, I told you I was coming," I jokingly say while laughing. She laughs too, a little longer than normal. Obviously drunk.
"So how was dinner with the parents?" She asks while leading me to the kitchen, most likely to get me a drink or another for herself.
"Eh, basically how it always is. Tension covered up by fake smiles and conversations that mean absolute nothing," I huff. "Oh cmon Debby Downer, just grad a drink and enjoy yourself!" She orders. "Fine," I chuckle, grabbing a bottle of water instead of alcohol.
I would normally drink a beer or two at parties like these but I'm just not really feeling it tonight. Plus, I came by myself so I have to make sure I can drive home safely.
I was just chillin in the kitchen for a while until a big group of guys came in looking for beer and red solo cups to play beer pong with. I felt like I was in the way, so I just decided that going in the backyard would be the best.
I shove my way through the sweaty, drunk people who are either dancing or pda-ing, not even bothering to say excuse me.
Once I'm finally safe from all the gross people and scent of alcohol, I go sit near Jess's pool and dip my feet into the water.
I sit alone for what feels like forever until I feel someone's presence behind me.
