That Summer

Drama

Kyle Carson, what could he have wanted after using me and making me believe I actually meant something to him. I was so frustrated by even the thought of him at this point, but I was curious why he was snapping me on a Monday night after what had happened at Veronic's Party. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, I wasn't sure what it was, but all my emotions from the previous weekend were coming back, anger, fear, sadness, and most of all DISGUST. How could Kyle treat anybody like that, have them fuck you then leave without a goodbye.? God how I want to fucking kill him. I tapped gently on my phone screen making it light up, when all of the sudden I got another notification from him, now this was weird, Kyle snapping me once, yeah weird whatever, but TWICE? Something had to have been up. I curiously opened the snaps only to find my jaw hanging wide open, he sent me a picture of his dick halfway inside of another girl, how fucking disgusting, and the other picture was of his mouth dripping full of an organism, god how could somebody produce that much fluids.

I was wondering who he had been fucking this late at night, especially knowing that most of the school knows better than to fuck with Kyle, knowing now that I know better than to fuck with him. At this point I was so over Kyle, the thought of him gave me the biggest ick, but just looking at that photo he sent made me horny. Being horny and tired are not a good combination, it's like drinking and driving, you don't know what's going to happen in the end. I got comfortable to distract myself from scrolling on instagram or tiktok till three in the morning, and I'm assuming it worked. Slowly my thoughts consumed me and I drifted off to sleep, unaware of what was going to happen tomorrow at school.

I quickly awake to the sound of my annoying ass alarm clock, it read 6:30, god it was way too early to be dealing with this bullshit. I quickly got out of bed, straightening my hair, putting on my hightlighter and mascara, concealer to cover the hickey's from friday night, a black and white short skirt, a white long sleeved crop top, a pair of white and black high top jordans, a black hat, and a beautiful necklace my mother had given me. Today was going to be a lazy day, meaning not spending a shit ton of time looking good and just going with whatever the hell I got. I waited downstairs patiently scrolling on instagram to see if anyone from the school had posted any weird shit about what happened, and luckily there was nothing new. I had been praying everybody had forgotten about the situation and just moved on with their pathetic piece of shit lives.

My mom eventually came downstairs to take me and my sister to school, I was a sophomore and was one of the youngest in my grade because of my summer birthday. Meanwhile my sister was a freshman, she was fourteen years old and was known as one of the "whores" of the school, meaning even though school just started, she's already fucked half of them, no matter the age difference. Her body count had to be atleast in the triple digits, AT LEAST. She was never home and was always out eating some random guys dicks, that's why every body I become friends with either wants my body or my sisters, it's never to just be friends. That's why I honestly don't believe in love anymore, I feel there's no in between with guys, they just want to fuck you so hard till you can't walk in the end.

As I was drowning off into my thoughts me and my sister had arrived at school, the place I had been dreading since friday night, the place that drives people to commit suicide or become suicidal. School, or as I like to call it, hell. I slowly got out of the car not knowing what was going to happen when just then my sister whispered something to me "Kyle Carson", as soon as she said his name I got the chills, I knew exactly what she meant. I got goosebumps all over my arms and legs. I tried to say something, anything but nothing would come out of my mouth. She saw my fear and walked away laughing to her heart's content. Fuck she was going go blackmail me, that's how Maddie is, she has a new boyfriend every day and breaks up with them faster than I can count, and sometimes she just cheats on them for fun. The more and more I thought about it, the more and more I realized who she was actually like, Kyle.

I slowly approached the school unaware of how everybody would treat me after I had fucked Kyle at Veronica's party on Saturday. I started making my way to my locker to grab my books I would need for the day, but as I did I bumped into an unfamiliar face, I wasn't sure who he was and I hadn't seen him around before. "My bad" I said as my gaze started trailing up to his stunning ocean blue eyes, his beautiful dirty blonde hair, and how could I not pay attention to his muscles making huge indents in his sweatshirt. "No problem" he said as he let out a soft smirk, oh my fucking god his smile, his teeth, his dimples, his eyes, the shape of his lips, how could a boy be so majestical. I softly laughed and continued making my way to my locker, feeling his eyes locked on me the whole way down the hallway. That must've been the new kid Veronica was talking about, and fuck she was right, he was hot as hell, but I wasn't going to let myself be stupid again. As I put in my locker combination I was hoping no one was talking about me, but knowing my school people were. The school that drived one of my best friends Olivia to kill herself last spring.

As soon as I walked into my first period class I was greeted by the same blue eyed dimple boy from before, how could I forget his face, it was so mesmerizing. Just as he saw me I caught a glimpse of his eyes light up, we hadn't even known eachother for a full day, but yet why do I feel like this towards him, I don't even know his name. I took my seat that just happened to be next to the new kid, not that I was complaining or anything, I could look at him all day. Our teacher Mr. Wilson asked the mysterious new kid to introduce himself to the class, since Mr. Wilson was absent yesterday. He slowly stood up and starting introducing himself "My names Noah", perfect name for a perfect boy. "I like to play baseball and football in my free time, and my favorite class is history" he said. Baseball AND football? I like Noah even more, I could just picture him playing, fuck I was staring again. Mr. Wilson said "Thank you Noah, have a seat." Just then he caught my gaze and quickly sat down. I then got up and asked to go to the bathroom to avoid the embarrassment, but just as I was about to leave I saw a folded up note on my desk and Noah smirking at me.