Confused Love |a magcon fanfic|

Chapter 1

-----Kristans pov-----

My name is Kristan Cusryn.I am 16 years young. I live in LA, California. My best friend is Nash Grier. I have a 5 year old brother named Jackson. I live with my grandma, Ellie. I have not seen my dad in almost 11 years. He kind of got put in jail for child abuse. My mom died 3 years after my lil' brother was born. Jackson and I have been through a lot but we're okay.
I am currently in high school. I'm in the 10th grade. I have no friends except for Nash. He means the world to me. I text him like every second of my lame, idiotic life. I hate when girls are all over him. I get really jealous but I have no idea as to why. When Nash hugs me I feel like the luckiest person alive; he has the most comforting hugs in the world. Or at least I think.
Nash wants me to go to some stupid party tonight at like 10 o'clock. It's gonna fucking suck. Everytime I go to these lame ass parties, guys are all over me. And honestly I don't see why. I'm so fuckin' ugly, a pile of horse shit looks better than me. Nash says I'm beautiful but that's obviously a lie. I hate these parties because there with people I don't even know and Nash is always ditching me for his friends or some thirsty ass hoes. I only go because Nash wants me to.
'I wonder what time it is', I thought to myself. I looked at my phone that was set on my stand next to my bed. "Oh shit," I whispered to myself. The phone read 9:23pm. I have a little less than 40 minutes before Nash comes to pick me up. I ran to my bathroom while taking off my shirt and throwing it across the room. I got undressed and took a 10 minute shower. I have at least 25 minutes left. I got out of the shower and wrapped a pink polka dotted towel around me. I then dried my hair and body. Soon after, I put on ripped skinny jeans and a t-shirt shirt that read 'Hella Cool' in bold, blue letters. I have 15 minutes left. I then went to my dresser and got some socks. I put them on and them went to my closet. I looked down and saw my ankle high Converse. They were black with dark blue laces. I picked up my shoes and shut my closet door. I sat on the end of my bed and put on my shoes. I put on a few bracelets and started my makeup. I usually only put on mascara and occasionally I will wear eyeliner. I put on mascara and winged my eyeliner. I straightened my hair. I then looked in the mirror. "Wow," I said to myself. I look kind of pretty for once. It might turn out to be a good party this time. Even though I go to one like every other weekend. I looked at my phone, it read '9:56'. I walked over to my window and climbed on the roof and down the ladder quitely because I did not want to wake my parents. I turned around to see Nash pulling up in front of my house. I walked to his car and got in. Here I go again, sneaking out of the house, with Nash, to another party. You know what, oh well. I'm gonna have a great time. I'll get drunk if I want to (Which I probably won't). It's gonna be fun this time.