Deranged Youth | book one

Chapter 34

Saturday wasn't what I expected. After my morning talk with my mom I fall asleep on the couch for the rest of the day. I woke up in the evening and so we had dinner together, my mom, dad and me. It was great, we sat down as a family and laughed together. I could tell that dad was happy. We didn't mention anything that happened the night before, and I guess they just let it go. It still bothers me, the fact that I couldn't remember anything that happened even though that usually happens when you drink a ton of alcohol, not three gulps of water.

I tried calling Matt a couple times before bed but he hasn't answered. I left a voicemail telling him about how freaked out I was, that I couldn't remember anything, but I didn't mention anything about how I found some of my stuff in the same room as Johnny.

On Sunday I stayed at home and watched Netflix all day. I watched if i stay and I never cried so hard. I spent the whole afternoon bawling and sulking in my room. Then I remembered about the party and sulked even more, trying to piece together anything I could remember.

Matt still hasn't called me back and I've left several messages. I just don't understand why he's not answering me. I had a feeling I did something on Friday night because I would of woken up at home, not still at the party becasue he was my ride and he couldn't just leave me. But he did leave me there.

Oh, god. I did do something wrong. But I don't know what I did exactly.

Now it's Monday and I'm walking to my locker in something more put together. I wore my light washed skinny jeans with a white baggy knit sweater. I looped a floral scarf around my neck and slipped on my UGG boots.

An arm slips around my waist and pulls me close. I smile, "Matt-" But, it wasn't Matt. My expression goes from happy to disturbed. I push him away and take a step back, "What the hell, Johnny! Don't touch me!" Johnny only grins and takes a step closer. "What? Why are you looking at me like- you know what? Forget it, I'm gonna go find Matt." I slam my locker and stomp away from him.

Johnny laughs and calls out, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I stop and slowly turn around, "Oh yeah? And why is that?" I ask, very impatient.

"Well, because you hooked up with me Friday night, remember? Matt wasn't very happy about that by the way." Johnny grins and walks towards me. My eyes widen. I hooked up with him? I gag.

"Stop, don't come any closer," I quiver and Johnny stops a couple feet away from me, continuing to stare. "What the hell are you talking about? I don't have time for your stupid games asshole!" I shout and earn a couple stares from the seniors. But then I think, is that why my stuff was with him? Did I- Did I sleep with Johnny. I almost throw up at the thought but I remembered that I woke up on the couch, not next to him. I sigh, at least I did something right that night.

Aw, shit. I have to go find Matt. Now. 

Without saying another word to Johnny, who still has that annoying smirk on his face, I curse under my breath and run off. I check by Matt's locker and he wasn't there. Classes start in a couple minutes, where is he?

I look around and spot him down the hall. "Matt!" I yell out, waving my hand to him. He looks at me as if I commited a crime. I stop for a second to look at him but then he starts to walk away from me. I sprint over to him, knocking over a couple of sophomores. I grab his arm, "Matt! Why are you walking away from me?" I say, breathless.

He jerks his arm out of my grasp and shakes his head before walking away from me. I scoff and catch up to him, practically jogging because of his long legs. "Matt! Please, stop." I plead, trying to grab his arm again but he just jerk it off. I sigh and run in front of him. He stops but doesn't look at me, just looks above the top of my head. "Please. I want to talk to you."

He glances down at me but looks away quickly. I ask as innocently as possible, "What happened on Friday night?" Matt winces, as if I shot him in the heart. I continue, "I-I don't remember anything. You have to believe me, Matt. Come on, talk to-"

"Do you think I'm really that stupid?" His voice is low and dark. I wince at his tone and take a step back. "You kis- no, you made out with him, Maddie." My breath starts to shorten, his voice was full of so much sorrow and hurt. He continues, "You can't fool me, Maddie. I saw you the whole time, except for when you ran off to make out with him, and you didn't drink any alcohol. Just water, and do you really believe that I can be that gullible. You weren't drunk that night, you were fully aware that you were kissing Johnny and you didn't seem bothered by it at all." His voice was cracking and I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to suck in the tears from his hurt voice and the things I'm hearing.

"No, babe, I swear I didn't know what was going on that night," I try to have him look at me but he avoids it. "The last thing I remember is that I was in the hallway and someone came up to me. Then the rest of the night was a blur," I tear ran down my cheek from recalling these events and knowing, from his face, that he doesn't believe a single word I'm saying. 

He scoffs after a moment, then snaps, "You seriously don't remember anything? Are you serious?"

"I-I might have been drugged, maybe-"

"Drugged?" He laughs at me and I take a step back, feeling so useless and small. "Maddie, if you didn't want to be with me in the first place, you shouldn't of used me as a rebound." He walks away and without a second glance. I watch him turn the corner and I sink down against the lockers, trying not to cry.

The bell rings and students stumble over me, mumbling under their breath that sounded something like "I can't believe she did that to Matt" and "Her and Johnny? Really?"

I shudder at the comments and realize I'm the only one that doesn't know about this. My breath comes short and I find myself crying. It wasn't a loud, panicky cry like on Saturday morning, but more of a painful, quiet cry. Another bell sounded, telling me that I was late. But I didn't care.

Matt thinks I made out with Johnny. And whether that was true or not, he doesn't believe that something was terrible wrong with me that night. I don't blame him, I didn't drink anything that night but someone had to of put something in my water. It's the only explaination for all of this. Whether I was drugged or whatever I have to fight to get Matt to believe me. I can't let him believe that I made out with Johnny voluntarily.

Johnny.

Johnny did this.

I don't care if I have to pry his brain in half to find the information myself but he is going to tell me.

That motherfucker.

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Had a lazy day today so I decided to post two chapters. ENJOY!!!

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