My Badass Best Friends

Chapter One

When I read the message, pure hatred flooded through me. After everything I'd been through Jason still treated me like a toy. I was just his weekly amusement for when he felt sorry for himself and needed a 'pick me up'. He'd go straight to me either for drugs or for my body. He'd call me up and beg for my forgiveness, the countless lies I'd heard from him each time more or less telling me that this time it was going to be different. The ironic thing was that every time I fell for it. Maybe it was because when he was pleading for my forgiveness I felt like somebody in this cruel world actually cared about me. Unfortunately I was about as important to him as a lump of coal. As I scowled at the text  I silently vowed that I'd get my revenge, I hadn't screwed up my life to be walked all over still. I probabaly could of been one of the 'good' kids if it hadn't been for my pathetic excuse of a mother who couldn't of cared less about me and pretty much left me to fend for myself throughout my childhood. If she'd of even cared slightly she wouldn't of enrolled me at 'Callamore Primary School' when I was four years old and then I'd of never been led astray by the boys I call my best friends. Everyone knows that once you start school at Callamore you're doomed for life pretty much, its the school that all the 'bad' kids started at, and then they went to 'Plume High School' and then to jail. It looked like I was heading down the same path honestly and I'm pretty sure I've known that all along but I tried to stay hopeful. Prison doesn't sound so bad though, maybe someone could of helped me sort myself out instead of spending countless days drinking and taking drugs with the boys, maybe then I wouldn't of been such a looser and maybe then someone would actually care about me. There is only one person that I believe truly cares about me and that is the boy I've grown up with Cameron Lewis Sinclair. We're like family and I would say he's like a brother to me but he's a lot more than that. We're more than friends but less than lovers and that's the way it will always stay. That's why whenever I have a problem I go straight to him because sometimes getting high can't erase my memories so we have to erase the problem. I doubt getting high once again in the basement with the guys will make this feeling of betrayal pass, I've never been one for relationships I guess and I suppose this was my first real relationship, if you could even call it that. This is why I needed to speak to Cameron. As I dialled his number and the ringing came through a little smile appeared on my face.

"Sup' babe?" he asked, I could almost imagine his little smirk as his voice filled my ears.

"Hey Cam," I replied as I hesitated slightly, considering my words carefully. As I was about to continue I heard muffled curses.

"S***, sorry I thought you were Kennedy, sup Jord?"

"Who's Kennedy?" I asked as I raised one eyebrow in suspicion even though he couldn't see me, I had to disguise my emotions, no way in a million years was I going to let on that I was jealous.

"Well, she thinks we're dating but its more of a friends with benefits thing."

Yeah right, Cameron.

"Oh cool." I replied bluntly, trying to disguise my voice so I sounded un-interested even though I could feel my heart beat increasing and blood rushing to my cheeks.

"So what was it you wanted again?"

"Oh yeah, I need you to come to my place, I've got a bit of trouble with someone."

"I'll be round in ten, see you soon pumpkin!" he replied cheekily as he ended the call. I smiled a little at his new nickname for me, he seemed to enjoy to torment me with nicknames like pumpkin and babycakes even though on the inside it was far from torment for me, I quite enjoyed it. 

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"OI PUMPKIN, OPEN UP!" Cam yelled as he pounded on the door of my flat aggressively. I jumped up and ran to the door but before I opened it I had to brace myself. I can't be the giggly girly Jordanne I felt like, I had to be the Jordanne that was just his best friend. I unslid the lock and opened the cheap metal door that flat had come with and grinned back at my bestie.