the worst guy

chapter 1

i woke up to the sound of them again. yes, them. the people that are my so called friends. i don't know why they are my friends, i can't trust them for shit, and that's not me being mean, i'm just being honest. they always told me that my honesty was rude or mean. but i could care less about what they think.

i live in a big house, matter of fact, huge. it's always been like this, ever since i was little. it's my home. my safe haven. somewhere where i could do absolutely nothing and wouldn't be judged for it. your definition of a home would probably be something like: a mom, a dad, brothers and sisters, family pet(s) and material things that make you happy. my definition is very different.

both of my parents are gone. no, they're not dead. one works across the country, my mom. she used to be very down-to-earth, until she got her dream job and decided to move and go across the country for her career. she acted like her job was the best thing that has ever happened to her. she was almost considered a celebrity. she even acted like a celebrity. she thinks she's hot shit. she gets paid big money. she's a world class surgeon, always traveling and saving lives. everyone here and around the world knew or had a clue who she was. she was always in magazines and on television, giving her 'fans' and me and dad recognition. it wasn't a big deal to me. she was doing what she loved. her life was everything she dreamed of.

my dad, on the other hand, is a famous producer. he's met almost every famous singer, actor, or celebrity that i dreamed of meeting or can't stand. he travels around the world too, making money. i never get to see my parents. they check up on me, call me, skype me, and ask me how i am. but i haven't made any physical contact with them since i was 18. i'm almost 24 now. they say i'm old enough to handle things on my own. they send me money monthly, and letters that i never write back to. they basically gave the house to me. i knew they were never coming back. such awesome parents, right? they always say i've changed since i was a teenager. but how would they know? i haven't seen them in so many years so they really don't know what's been going on.

i sit up on the edge of the bed, checking my twitter feed. i really didn't understand these relationship goals that people desperately tweeted about. it made no sense at all to me. but then again, physical and emotional attachment to a human being didn't really excite me.

i look out of the window of my bedroom, and could see my friends, and a couple of girls they probably invited over, swimming in my pool. this pool was huge, could fit about 30 people in it. they were flirting, making out, and probably talking about bullshit that won't even matter once we're all dead.

i put on a plain white t shirt, and some brown cargo shorts, my wardrobe wasn't really that creative. my hair is a bed hair look today, even though it's an afro. i go out the back door in my bedroom, and walks up to the table near the pool, and sits down.

"your ass is finally awake? thought you were dead in there." my 'friend' Marcus said.

i chuckle, "you were watching me sleep or something?"

"nah dude, i just came through your room to get to the kitchen and get some food."

"oh and by the way, we're out of schapps." chance chimed in.

this is one of the many reasons why i consider them acquaintances. i mean, i really don't give a shit about them but if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't have or done any of the shit they dreamed of doing. they literally needed me in their life to survive.

i shrug, "remind me to go to the store later."

the girls, who are wearing bikinis, except for one of them, look over at eachother and then at me, and starts laughing.

what's so funny?

"hey guy."

i look over at the girl. i gave her a strange glare. she was kinda pretty, but from the look on her face, her personality seemed like shit.

"what's your name?"

"why?"

"dude just tell her your name." my friend, chance says.

"Donald."

"that's a weird name, what black guy is named donald?" the girls laugh again. they're obviously high.. at 10am in the morning.

i cross my arms and sighs at the stupidity i'm seeing. i glance at the girl that's not laughing, the one that's not wearing a bikini. she was wearing regular clothes. she was probably dragged by her friends to be here. her hair is short, but black. it's kind of curly but wavy at the same time. her nose is thin, and her skin looks so smooth. her eyes are like swirls of chocolate. she looks Korean to me.

"i'm going to the bathroom" she sprinted up, and started to walk to the door to my bedroom.

before she opened the door, she said "you don't mind if i go through here, Donald?"

i shook my head, "nah, i'm coming in too."

Marcus and Chance were talking to the girls, hearing their giggles and loud talking as we went into the door, me walking after her.

she walks into the kitchen, clearly passing the bathroom, and sits down at the table.

"i thought you had to go to-"

"i just had to get away from them."

"but why lie?"

"they're too high to even notice."

i lean back against the counter, i could see her eyes staring at me, while i pulled out my phone, checking my feed again.

"you're really weird, you know."

"what do you mean?" i say, as i stay looking at my phone.

"i mean, you act weird. not saying that's a bad thing. it's a good weird." she gives a sincere smile.

i chuckle, and looks up at her, "thanks. that's the best compliment ever."

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