"Are you going to Gabe's party tonight?" Brian asked. "But of course. I mean how could I possibly think of missing Gabe's party?" I joked, "are you?" Brian shrugged and turned around, "Maybe, I don't, it's not really my scene." I stared at him blankly, "Umm, Brian McAdams number forty-two on the varsity football team is against going to Gabe's, number thirty-two on the varsity football team, football celebratory party? Talk about the irony. Dude you invited me, so technically I can't go unless you go, it's against the rules." "Then don't go," he countered. "Brian, this is messed up, you're going, I mean you have to," I whined. "No I'm not, and I don't have to either!" he snapped. I threw my hands up in defeat," Okay, don't go, I'm still going." Brian grabbed my hand, "Destiney please, you can't go." I snatched my hand, stood up, and brushed the back of my pants," I'm gonna go then just like I'm gonna go now." I began to walk away. Brian called my name. I didn't look back.
A few hours later I was glaring at my closet. The party starts in two hours and in two hours and I still didn't have an outfit picked out. I wanted to look cute but not slutty. I finally settled on acid washed-destroyed jeans and a graphic tee. The outfit said I was cute and single, but not of "down to fuck" qualities. I got dressed and moved on to the next problem- my hair. I supposedly had "good hair." If flat ironing your red hair for an hour everyday so it looks decent then, yeah I have good hair. I was brushing it out when my phone began to buzz. I padded across the hall to find a very long looking text from Brian pleading with me not to go- well that's what the first line said, before I stopped reading. I scoffed and replied, 'Whatever square.'
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Runaway Love
Teen FictionDestiney was a normal teenager until she went to Gabe's annual summer football party. Now she's locked in a padded room diagnosed with multiple personality disorder trying to figure out what happened to make her the way she is.
