Dandelion Wishes

Chapter 9

I drove for so long, tears blurring my vision.

My car isn't starting.

I pushed my car to a parking spot and looked around for my nearest landmark. my eyes locked on a sign.

Central Park.

What?

I'm in New York City?

I shut my eyes and get out.

Slowly, I walk into the park and wander around until I find a vacant bench under a tree.

I sit down and bury my head in my hands.

How the hell am I going to make money now?

My Mom's hate each other.

I sigh slowly, stressed.

I know only two things has happened but I seriously feel like my life is falling apart.

I wipe tears with my hands.

My phone vibrates for the millionth time in my pocket.

I pull it out.

Someone sits next to me.

It"s Ty calling me.

I shut my eyes and ignore the call, and then I shut my phone off.

A second later, I start to feel horrible so I turn it back on.

But it gives me the low battery sign.

I sigh loudly, swallowing a sob.

"Looks like your life sucks as much as mine does." the person that sat down next to me mutters.

I look up to meet those evil green eyes and the blonde hair.

Amanda. The bitch that bullied me to no end in high school because Ty wanted me and not her.

I just stare at her.

Her eyes widen.

"Oh." she says quietly. "I didn't even see your face. I'm sorry. I'll go."

she starts to get up.
"Clearly you've changed." I mutter. "You don't have to."

Slowly, she sits back down.

"Wanna talk about your shitty life first?" she asks quietly.

I sigh slowly. "You first. Just so I can see who has it worse."

She pauses. "Are you homeless?"

"Stranded is a better word."

She nods slowly. "Let's go to the bar."

I look at her like she's crazy.

She stands up anyways and starts to walk.

After hesitating, I get up and follow her.

She walk down the street to a busy bar.

"I don't have money." I tell her.

She waves me off. "We'll pay them with sex."

"Oh." I pause. "I'm not..."

She looks at m, frowning. "Are you still with Tyler Wesley?" she says.

I nod. She raises her eyebrows.
"Damn. Well I'll just pay then."

She waves down twelve shots and we both down six.

"Wait." I say, slightly tipsy. "I need a phone."