Unfortunately Lucky (bxb)

Chapter 12

CJ's POV

I don't even know why I'm mad at him, I mean, I did tell him to leave me alone... But seeing him and that bitch ass nigga kissing just pissed me off even more. It's like he's playing in my face. It sure didn't like an abusive relationship to me. And Trey's enabling of his bullshit pisses me off the most, how can he be that fucking blind??

*ding* 

I got a message from someone. 

Ashley: hiiii

Me: yo

Ashley: wyddd

Me: chillin hbu

Ashley: same fr, who was dat boy you were talking to earlier ?

Me: who trey? he was nobody fr

Ashley: oh I meant the asian boy he was with, was he like your friend or smth?

Me: fuck him he don't matter, don't ever bring him up again

Ashley: damnnn. okay my bad lol

Me: dw about it, wassup witchu you tryna link?

Ashley: ig, heard Demetrius was hosting a party nd I need a ride

Me: i kno, i planned it with him, you finna let me take you?

Ashley: yeah, is that all you're trying to do? 🥱

Me: sheeit what else you tryna get into?

Ashley: come find out 🙈

Me: finna be on that hooligan time stop playing with me 😈

Ashley: show me what you got boy, put me in my place

Me: yu finna be begging for forgiveness when im done wit you, best believe

I'm not really into Ashley like that, but maybe she'll be able to help me get my mind off of him. I lowkey think I miss him. I've been thinking about him since the date, the first boy I've ever kissed... It's just a damn shame he's such a lil bitch. Accountability my ass, I'll acknowledge when im wrong when im ACTUALLY wrong. He put himself in those situations every time, aint got shit to do with me.

For now, I think I'll just lay low, maybe skip some days so I don't have to see his or Trey's face in the morning. Speaking of that nigga, he's been blowing up my phone nonstop asking what happened. I don't got the patience to explain why he's partially at fault for this whole debacle. If it wasn't for him, I would've never let Christopher enter my life at all. Just thinking about his face makes me feel embarrassed. I can't believe I did all that for him just for him to play me like a dog.

"What a fucking slut..." I muttered out loud. I pressed harder on the gas pedal causing me to go way above the speed limit. I just need to get somewhere far far away from here, somewhere his presence hasn't touched. I can feel it in the car even though he's not here. I hate it, no boy should ever make me feel like this, even if I like him. I hate being a faggot, it's disgusting... shit's weak.

"FUCK!!!" I yell and bang on the steering wheel. Why did it have to be me? Why's it always me god dammit?! Why couldn't I have a nice life? Why did he get to have a nice house and loving parents?! Hell, he even stole my best fucking friend from me... He's everything I ever wanted in my life, and I resent him for that.

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I pull to another personal hell I call home. Every time I see that light blue collar I get anxious. All the years of trauma and abuse reside over it like a thunderstorm cloud. As I pull up, I see two cars parked outside, my parents drive one car, and I have my own so who's is that? As I get closer, I scan the plates; they're from out of state. Weird, very fucking weird.