Confessions Of A Teenage Party Animal (Editing.)

2 -vampires and sunny weather

Lana's POV

I paced around my room, looking at the pictures I had taped on the wall, "I should take that one down." I said to myself, staring at Jenny-Ann's younger self, I wondered if she ever felt even a lick of remorse, but what was the point?

I sighed and grabbed my training bag.

"You didn't mean it." Wren said to me, I skated over to him by the stands and leaned on the wall a bit, "He was being an arrogant bastard, Cyrus." I said. He sighed and looked at me, "Why did you want to come to the ice rink in the middle of summer?" He asked me, "Figure skating things. You know?" I joked before skating away from my best friend, I heard his sigh but didn't comment on it.

"Let's get something to drink after this." I nodded at Cyrus.

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"I hate it here." I said, trying to get away from the scalding sun, "You're like a vampire." My best friend said, holding the coffee shop door open for me, "Shut up." I said, stepping inside, I scanned the shop and spotted someone I didn't want to, "Wren." Cyrus sighed, getting ready to scold me for using that name, but I couldn't care less, "Why the fuck did you bring me here?" I asked pointing at the arrogant bastard who I did not want to see, he must've seen me because he full-on waved and smiled like we were lost long friends or some shit.

"Employee discounts," Cyrus said, I rolled my eyes, "You fucking cheap bitch." I muttered to my friend, but he only rolled his eyes at me"I'm going to find a place to sit, you go order." Cyrus nodded and went up to the cashier, also known as the arrogant bastard I was developing a hate for.

I sank into the softness of the plush seat, feeling the exhaustion seep through my body. As I closed my eyes, "You honestly have the guts to show up?" I heard a sudden voice from above me, jolting me back to consciousness. It was the arrogant bastard, standing right in front of me.

"Isus Krist," I muttered under my breath, feeling my annoyance rise at his sudden appearance. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my irritation in check. "An apology," Camille said, his tone insistent. I felt a pang of frustration.

"You expect a lot from someone like me," I replied, trying to keep my tone calm and measured. He just stared at me, his eyes intense. "I deserve an apology," he finally said, his voice firm. "Isn't that what I tried to do?" I asked, feeling a sense of exasperation creeping in.

"Well, I guess I wasn't paying attention," I sighed, feeling a sense of resignation. "Who even are you?" I asked, looking at him quizzically.

"Camille Bridgend," he replied, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"You don't go to our school, do you?" I asked, puzzled.

"Look, princess, I don't know who you are, but I want an apology," Camille said, his voice growing more impatient.

"Don't call me princess," I said, feeling my irritation growing. "Well, maybe if you didn't act like such a f-"

"What's going on here?" My best friend Cyrus suddenly appeared, breaking the tension. Camille just shrugged and said he was going on his lunch break and walked off.

"He's annoying," I said to Cyrus, feeling a sense of relief that the interaction was over.

"He's fine," Cyrus replied, looking at me with a knowing smile.

"I hope I never have to see him again," I say. knowing the chances are high that I will see him again, even though I'm not exactly in love with him. It always seems like I'm stuck in uncomfortable situations, and I'm not sure why. Cyrus sneered at me and said, "I'm sure if you try hard you'll be able to avoid him." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his condescending tone. "Fuck off," I retorted, suppressing a chuckle. Despite his snide remark, I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was secretly enjoying my obvious agony.

Our drinks arrived a few minutes later, so we decided to leave.

"You'd think that it was gay but they were..." I nodded and hummed along to Wren's crazy stories like always as we walked along the quiet streets of St. Valley

"There's a party tonight." I said breaking the silence, "Lana-" I sighed, "You can't come?" He nodded sheepishly, "It's fine, I can go alone." I said, Wren looked at me, "But-" I cut him off again, "No it's fine, I don't want to force you," Cyrus sighed but didn't argue.

I would be fine, I was always fine.

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As I stood behind the bleachers, my thoughts drifted to what my life could have been like if things had gone differently. The party tendencies that I had, what if I had let them go when I was a sophomore? But then, I was reminded of the unpredictable nature of the world we live in.

I looked at the brunette girl in front of me, I couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. Her hair was a dark shade of brown, and her eyes were a striking green. But I wasn't captivated by her beauty. I was using her as a way to escape the overwhelming feelings of anxiety and anger that had been building up inside of me, She asked me what I was thinking about, but I didn't feel like entertaining her. I could have, should have, and would have, but I just didn't want to.

I ignored the question to continue kissing her. She seemed surprised but quickly grabbed my face with her sharp nails, I groaned in discomfort, but she probably didn't notice. So, for five more minutes, we stood behind the bleachers, kissing each other.

I was always going to be in a cycle, a cycle that I would try to end but inevitably lose.