A Love Worth Hating

Chapter 6

                                                                                   Alexeï's POV

As I drive back home, I kept remembering what just happened with Eli. Im so embarassed, I wish she would diseappear from the surface so I won't face her again. Without noticing I found myself sitting on my bed, I originally had other plans for tonight like meeting up with the boys to spray paint some walls and take some pills. I lay down and think about Elizabeth, I fucking hate that girl she's so dumb, naive.. She would go out with any guys that present themself to her, she's easy and stupid. She has no idea what the real world looks like, always been spoiled by her parents. At least I left my parent's house ! 

I grab some papers, tabacco and some weed to roll a joint. I start smoking and unintentionally I remember how my friendship with her used to be. Not even 10 years ago we were having sleepovers, all nighters where we would talk all night, count the days until the familly dinners... We were so close it was like we were only one person, always together and doing everything together. We didn't have other real friends, just us. So when we stopped talking our paths went differents ways. I met a group of guys at an outdoor party and we really clicked. It was nice to chat with people with a different class background than me. They don't know my financial situation neither my last name. What's cool is that they like me for me and not my name, I genuinely feel appreciated around them. Sometimes i feel as confortable with them as I used to with Eli. Maybe that's why Im thinking about it now. Alexeï stop being a nostalgic  you're forgetting why you hate her.. Actually I think I really forgot the reasons, that's why I've soften with her. I must fix my behaviour immeditiatly, I can't afford to be nice to her.

 I get up and go out, Im not crying in my room all night so Im heading to one of the boys house. It's quite far from where I live but the backyard is the best spot to get wasted. There's a porch, some couchs and colorful lights. When hallucinating the lights get you even more smashed.

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Sitting in my car at the school's parking lot, I smoke a cig. I do drugs only during night time in the day I like to get real shit done like studying, reading, making art.. It doesn't seem like it but Im actually somewhat serious about some things when they're related to me. For example my academics, my parents wanted me to go to Manhattan pace and I did but under the conditions that I would choose my major. For better or worse I choosed a finance major my parents were so happy about it. But the choice was obvious really, I simply am good at maths. The day I got into Pace was also the day i stop talking to Elizabeth. Like I said before I don't  remember the reasons but I've hated her for 3 years now. A year in manhattan pace I realised that I didn't like finance and that I was more into art and fashion. One day at dinner with the Montgomerys I said that I wanted to be a fashion designer, my dad litteraly snapped at me and insulted me in many proper ways. He has already got mad at me many times at dinners like this but this time it was different. He was meaner and more cruel than usual so I slammed the door and left, bought a supercar , two other luxury cars and loft in Harlem. I think I disseaperd for about four months until I got a call from my dad saying that I had to stay in Pace for 3 years until drop out and do what I wanted. Those three years are to insure that I would be skilled enough to take over the familly company once my parent's retire. I agreed but I still live alone in Harlem it's better when I bring girls over.

This years is my last years and I couldn't be more glad. Thanks to my mom's connections i got into a great fashion school in NYC. But for the moment I still have to endure the view of this parking lot. Today is not a busy day but I have boring classes though I still do great in them, I might even be valedictorian. I get out of my car and walk through the hallway and I hear an high pitched voice calling my name but the thing is I don't talk to anyone at school and no one talk to me. I turn back and see... for the love of god why no one told me Chloe bourgeois was in this fucking school I would've quit earlier.