I Hate You . . . I Think

Sobs and Blame

Hey every body! This chapter is a little short, but I hope you like it. The song for this chapter is Take Me Home by Boys like Girls.

Chapter Five: Sobs and Blame

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I can’t believe both Seth and Vi. 

First, I called Seth in hope that I will be able to get my tuck back and he said that it will not be ready for weeks.Weeks! I know that I asked him to do repairs, but I didn’t think that it would take that long. I have to drive places! I have things to do. I have to take my sister everywhere that she needs to go while my mom is working. How am I supposed to do that with no car? Ugh!

Second, Vi showed up at my house late tonight and told me that we were going to go to Parker’s party tonight. Parker is a pretty nice guy and hot as hell, but the guy is extreme. His parties are intense and sometimes make me feel a little bit uncomfortable. He is the one that gets the alcohol for the bonfire at the beginning of the year and has some connections that let him get more than enough drinks for a party at least once a week. Plus, he is one of Seth’s friends so it is a guarantee that he will be there tonight. Vi made me put on my light blue short sleeved dress when I would rather wear jeans. She tried to make me wear heels also, but that was where I drew the line. I am much more comfortable in my predictable chucks.

Third, . . . well kind of back to one because it’s about Seth, but I am slightly panicking about him. Last night I sat at the floor behind the door and thought about the car ride until my mom opened the door straight into my back an hour later. She and Lizard were looking at me like I was a freak, but I couldn’t seem to make myself care. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way that he smiled, the way he laughed, and the way that his eyes peaked out from the tips of his wavy hair that was hanging out from underneath his hood. I swear that I have never seen anything sexier in my life.

So now i am standing in the corner of the room, downing my beer and trying to block out the thoughts that I am having about my arch nemesis, or maybe just drown them in alcohol. This is not the way that things are supposed to be. I’m supposed to hate everything about him! So . . . why can’t I stop thinking about the way that he smiled at me as I got out of his car last night?

Vi’s blabbing on and on about this guy in her science class who dissected her squid for her because she didn’t want to. How he is so sweet, and cute, and smart . . .blah, blah, blah. I know that I am being a bitch, but I am in no mood to hear about crushes or relationships right now.

I lift my cup and take a sip, letting the beer run down my throat and drown my memories of the night before. When I lower the cup back down there are two guys practically standing on top of Vi and I. They both have their hair combed to perfection and clothes that definitely top those of anyone at the party. The only imperfections that I notice is his breath that smells awful and his blood shot eyes that I am sure is from the joint that Jimmy is passing around in the backyard.

“Hey,” the taller guy purrs. He has one hand right next to my head on the wall and has a cup of something that is not beer in his other hand. 

“So how would you like to go somewhere a little more fun,” he asks. I look over at Vi who looks terrified out of her mind. The short guy is practically slobbering on her neck. My anger peaks to a new level at my friend’s scared face. 

“Why don’t you go have some fun by yourself, I’m sure that’s all you can get anyway,” I narrow my eyes and cross my arms across my chest. Of course this manages to make my boobs look bigger in my dress, and his eyes immediately zoom in. I silently curse Vi for making me wear this thing tonight.