MY DOGS ARE SEXIER THEN YOU HUNNY.

Can i ask why you are talking about unicorns?

As hours of 'skipping' past Clayton and I kept talking about random things.

"Do you like unicorns?" Clayton asked taking a swig of vodka. I laughed.

"Why are we talking about unicorns?" I laughed again. Wow, an eighteen year old boy is talking about unicorns.

"I thought you would like unicorns, you are a-" he pointed at me up and down. "Girl." He smirked. He took another swig if vodka. "Or are you different and likes trucks?" He yawned.

"You know, when your drunk you're clueless Mr. Pretty boy." I poked his chest.

"No no no Miss Isis, I'm never clueless." He looked at me and took another swig. God, this boy drinks like a fish!

"Look no need to try to fight with words Clay, you know it's true." I smiled.

"Yeah, sure." He didn't argue. That's a good sign.

"Do you really like Barbie?" I asked serious.

"Annie?" He corrected me. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever" I mumbled.

"We'll, I find her very very attractive, but not her personality. I would choose you over her any day." He smirked and took a LONG swig of vodka.

"Why did you go to prison Clay?" I asked him curiously.

"I'm not that drunk yet baby cakes." He winked.

"I want to know Clay."

"Want some?" He offered me a drink.

"No." I said.

"We'll my life isn't a fairy tell there's not happy ending to it there's only school and prison and more."

"I want to know." I said again siting up beside him.

"We'll,I got arrested because I killed my father, he was all I had after my mother. He always drank and came home with some woman. He couldn't keep his um, never mind." I laughed.

"Why did your mom die?" I wondered aloud.

"When she gave birth to me something went wrong after she had me and she died, the reason I killed my dad is he abused me and stuff so when I turned sixteen I killed the basterd." (Excuse my French,I didn't know what good word to put there xD)

"Don't you miss him?" I asked.

"Sometimes,but your moms the one that got me out if jail. I'm thankful." He smiled a little.

"I know." I smiled back. He did have a hard life. And the bad thing was, it's not his falt.

"List Clay, I'm sorry about everything. I just think you deserve better then.. Annie." I looked up at him.

"I don't really love her, it's just for the popular crowd that she wants. She doesn't even want me, but who cares. I'm not spending the rest of my life with the Barbie Doll. Right?" He smirked at me. So he didn't want her? This is confusing. I grabbed the bottle from his hand and drank some.

"Yeah, your life isn't a fairytell." I took another swig while he laughed.

"And, there's not any unicorns to the end, it's all prison and drama right?"

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