Teenage Dirtbag

Ch 36: A Bad Day

Peyton pov:

I woke up in the evening feeling shitty, I was also at Kenji's house. Not sure how I got here but I'm not gonna complain. Sitting up I look around and see myself stripped to my underwear with my still wet clothes on the bed used as a pillow.

Groggily getting up I use Kenji's bathroom and take a quick shower. Once clean I quickly find some of his clothes and toss them on, not caring and just wishing for some non wet clothing. The door opens as I slide my shirt down, an upset looking Kenji coming in the room.

"Hey dude, what happ-"

"What is this?" He tossed a baggie to me, one that looked familiar to me. My stomach dropped when I realized.

"I can explain-"

"Explain what!? That you've been abusing drugs? That you're probably fucking addicted? How long have you been doing this? Is this why you've been all fucking weird lately?" He sounded pissed. It was already weird to hear him talk but it was more weird to see him this angry.

"Chill the fuck out its not that serious-"

"You almost drowned in the hot tub last night, you are failing most of your classes, and you barely talk to any of us outside of school, band practice, and parties, Peyton!" He got closer to me and pointed a finger Into my chest. I didn't like what he was saying or how he was talking to me.

"So the fuck what? So what I need something to ease me. Sorry I don't have a functional fucking life or family like you Kenji!" I pushed him back, getting pissed with his tone. He looked surprised and narrowed his eyes.

"That's not an excuse to abuse drugs or get addicted, Peyton. You're 16! You have everything ahead of you so why are you trying to throw it away?" He moved closer again, getting in my face and yelling this time.

"Because I'm not fucking happy! I have a shitty relationship with my parents, I have four friends, the girl I'm in love with won't love me back and I can't seem to fix any of it! I'm a fuck up!" I shouted at him, my eyes watering with angry tears from us arguing.

"You can fix it. I can help you fix it. You don't have to talk to your dad, you can get more friends, and you can find someone that will love you. I know you're life is hard but don't fucking throw it away because your selfish." His words were honest but they hurt. I didn't want to hear them, I didn't want to hear him.

"I don't need your help Kenji. I want to be left alone and not dealing with all of this." I moved to grab my things around his room, pissed off with him. Going to his door I felt his hand grab my arm and stop me.

"Stay with me, I can help Peyton." He begged me, his eyes shining with tears. I hated to see him cry and hated that I was mad at him.

Ripping my arm out of his grasp I exit out of his room, heading for the front door. I ignore the greetings of his siblings and head out. My car was out front probably thanks to Kenji driving it here. I saw him run out the door and towards me as I got in my car.

"Stay with me Peyton. I love you. I want to help you." He pleaded with me. My heart broke at his words, at his tone, but I didn't want to drag him down to hell with me.

"I don't love you Kenji. Get it through your fucking head." He looked hurt but it was the only way to make him leave me alone and to stop his heart from hurting.