My person

Well...alright.

(What's up? Sorry for not updating. Busy with high school crap. My bad! Enjoy! *reads scroll then rips it!*)

As I walked home, I kept my index finger pressed to my lips as to relive the feeling his

kiss gave me. I can't believe that happened! Sentence replayed over and over as I drew

closer to my porch steps. This kind of thing doesn't usually happen to me. I wonder if

this will go anywhere...

I get to the door and open it slowly. My mom is standing a few feet in front of me.

"Where were you?" She growls from the back of the hallway.

"Doing homework with a friend." I reply as I run up the stairs.

"Slut" she whispers but I can hear it as I walk into my room. I slam the door and lay on

my bed. I get my IPad and play a random playlist from Spotify. I drift into the words

and then into sleep.

I wake up about two hours later to the sound of my phone going off. I pick it up, the

bright light causing my eyes to squint. Zane is calling me! I answer it really fast.

"Hi! Er..I mean...hey" I say

"Hey beautiful." He replies cooly and I blush.

"What's up?"

"Just woke up, you?" I reply, almost too quickly.

"Did I wake you?" His voice rises in concern.

"Nah. You're alright." I assure him

"Wanna hang out tonight?" He asks and I bite my lip.

"Sure, but I gotta sneak out. My mom must not know!" I whisper/shout.

"No prob. I'll pick you up at 11, k?"

"Haha, k." I giggle and hang up.

I check myself in the mirror on the opposite side of the room and grimace. I looked

awful so I went to shower. I grabbed a towel from the closet and headed to the

bathroom. I grimaced again at my reflection. I stripped and checked my body out. I

realized I was kinda chubby. Damn, I thought I lost weight. Oh well. I put on some rock

music and I showered. I used super amazing smelling soap so if he smelled me, he

would think I smelled like a freaking tropical paradise. Jesus, I'm weird. I finish and

grab my towel and wrap it around my body. Thank goodness for 36 DD boobs or my

towel would've fallen. I walk into my room and turned the light on. I go to my closet

and look through my clothing. "Damn it! I'm gonna look like a freaking troll!" I

whisper/shout to myself. I huff and grab some black leggings, a red and black flannel

shirt and some black boots. I brush my short hair and gel it up. I put my clothes on and

check myself out. I grab my eyeliner and mascara and try not to injure myself with

them. I realize that I don't look too bad and I check the clock. 10:57 pm. I look out my

window and see him a couple of yards away from my house in his car. I clim out the

window into my roof and slide down the drain pipe. I run to the car and hop in. He

smiles at me and says hi. I reply with an awkward hi.

"So where are we going?" I ask.

"You'll see." He smirks and I suddenly get nervous.

After a 20 minute ride of silence, we pull up to a house with the windows shaking from

the bass of a song. People stumbling past the car in a drunken haze. I look at him like

he's crazy and he just smiles. I open the door when the car stops. I get out and ask him

why we are here. He reply but I can't hear him over the music. We walk in and Claire

jumps in front of us.

"Why the hell is this bitch here?" She asks, her words slurred.

"Honestly I don't know." I reply, staring at Zane with a death glare.

"You better w-watch your b-back, whore." She stutters.

"Well I think you should spend less time on yours, b-b-bitch." I retort as I grab Zane's

hand and push past her.

I look around and spot a table with a bunch of red solo cups full of beer and I take one

and down it.

This is gonna suck. I can feel it.