I rolled over my bed facing away from the light. I was met by Chris staring in my face. I screamed from the shock. “Omg! You little Bitch!” I hit his chest. “Why are you here?” I asked screwing him.
“It’s Saturday and I wanted to spend it with my best friend.”
“Yeah you want to spend it with me because you don't have a girlfriend no more.” He never said anything, because he knows it’s the truth. Chris can sometimes get too caught up in his girlfriends and forget about the people around him.
“Get ready.” He demanded, walking out the room. Dickhead.
I was eventually ready and went downstairs and found Chris and Jay in the living room talking. Jay had been very depressed lately and would rarely talk, so to see him bussing joke was a bonus. I went into the kitchen, where my dad was sat at the breakfast bar staring at the bottle of alcoholic drinks on the counter. He had a glass in his left hand and was tapping his fingers on his right hand. I stared at him. He had red eyes and his skin looked pale. He hadn’t seen outside in a few days. How he still had a job was a miracle. When he noticed me looking at him he looked up and tried to smile. But failed. I took his cup and poured some orange juice into it and gave it to him. “Sober up.” I whispered through gritted teeth. I turned away from him as tears clouded my eyes. If I blinked then they would fall. “Don't cry, I'm sorry.” His deep voice startled me and caused the tears to fall. I pushed his hand away before it could get to my face.
“Leave me alone.” I walked out the kitchen and wiped my eyes. “Come on Chris.” I didn't wait for him to get up, I didn't say bye to anyone, I just left.
“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie.” Chris shouted down the road. Is he mad? Telling the whole of South London my rassclart name.
I and Chris had been lying on the grass for sometime. My plan was to stay until the stars appeared. But for now I was guessing the shapes that the clouds made. “Jessie, when are we going?” Chris sulked in my ear. I ignored him. He lay on top of me, blocking my view. He separated my legs so that he was comfortable. He leaned forward and kissed me. Soon opening my mouth and running his tongue along mine.
“Chris we’re in the park.” I said pulling away. He smiled.
“It don't matter, people do worse. I saw some girl backing head the other day. I'm sure she goes to your school as well.” I rolled my eyes.
“Get off me.” I pushed him and he rolled off. I laughed as he was being dramatic and kept on rolling. He rolled back over to me and kissed my cheek.
“I want to make you happy.” He took a few stray hairs out my face and kissed my forehead. “Come to my house tomorrow.” I nodded my head.
Soon I was back at home and watching TV. My head on my dads lap. He had sobered up and apologised. “What you doing tomorrow Jessie?”
“Going to Chris’ house.”
“I swear you and that boy are too close you know. You’re always up in his house. I hope Cheryl’s in.” I laughed. Cheryl is Chris’ mum. She and my mum were good friends and that's how I and Chris became good friends.
“Yeah, most of the time she is. But she’ll probably be at church tomorrow.”
It was Sunday and I was on my way to Chrissy’s house. I was sat downstairs on the bus as I couldn’t get up the stairs. I just didn't have the energy, I was way too hot. There were a few kids on the bus making up noise. I really wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up, but I didn't want to waste energy I didn't have. They were running up and down the bus and there mum shouted at them to stop. ‘Yeah tame your bitches.’ I thought as they stopped. Then some man came and stood infront of me. I was sat by the glass so all I could see was my reflection. When I'm on the bus I like to see where I'm going, so having this baboon infront of me was blocking my view. I knocked on the glass and he turned around. I gestured for him to move, but he looked confused. So I made it clearer. “MOVE!” I said loud enough for most people to hear and like the good man he is, he moved. I only had a few more stops anyway. From the corner of my eye I could see him giving me daggers. My stop came up and as I got off I could see him still screwing me. I flashed him the ‘f u’ sign and made a mental note in my head to fuck him up in my dreams.
