Little Lies Big Secrets. (Novella)

Chapter 5||Parties Suck

"It's hard to dance with a devil on your back/so shake him off."~Shake it Off, Florence and The Machine
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I think Jay is mad at me. He wouldn't talk to me all day. I don't know what I did. That's the thing with Jay, he gets mad, but will not tell you why. He still sat with us at lunch and came in the car, never uttering a word. I asked Jazzy, she had no idea either.

The remnants of yesterday are still fresh in my mind. Cameron is much different than I thought. I didn't mean to judge him, but he was a jerk to me. That's the things about first impressions, they suck.
      Talking with Cameron felt nice. He did a lot of it, but I did interject here and there. Which is a rare sight. I guess things are easier one on one. Damn Jazzy for being smart.

I liked how Cameron didn't always expect an answer. So many people wanted me to tell them exactly what was wrong, they needed specific reasons. Especially dad. He bombarded me with demands, he wanted answers. He wanted answers I couldn't give him. I was only eight, and I was terrified.
     I don't know what he expected. Maybe he expected a different answer. Wanted proof. But I couldn't give him what he truly wanted. I told him the truth every time he asked, he never liked it. I was so confused. How was the truth not enough? I learned later on, that he just didn't want to believe the truth. He couldn't accept it. I don't know how I had, perhaps since I witnessed it.

Since it's Friday I decided to put on my lazy clothes and watch tv. I am currently binge watching Teen Wolf. I am absolutely obsessed with it. Dylan O'Brian is my love. I desperately want his character and Lydia to be together. They are just so perfect. But the ones who should be together never are, so I'm impatiently waiting to see what will happen.

Mom and dad are out on 'date night'. I think they just want to talk without me near. I guess it's understandable. But I feel like they're hiding something from me.
    With them gone I have to cook myself food. I'm a horrible chef. I opt for Mac and cheese. It's always my go-to food choice. That and a sandwich. I eat like such a fat ass. I don't really care though. Not like anyone sees me or notices me.

As I'm halfway through my fifth episode of Teen Wolf the doorbell rings. Jazzy and Jay never ring the doorbell. They just come in. So, out of curiosity, I get up. I try to peek out the window but it's quite dark. I yank open the door to find, Cameron.

"Cameron?" I ask surprised. What's he doing here? And how does he know where I live?

"Are you wearing that?" He asks while eyeing my sweatpants and the tank top. I really don't think there's anything wrong with this outfit. It's made for comfort, comfort is what I strive for on a Friday night.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Wait. Jazmin didn't tell you did she." He doesn't pose it as a question. He seems to know the answer already.

"Tell me what?"

"She told me to pick you up. For the party." I think my eyes pop out of their sockets. You know how they do that in cartoons? Yeah, I swear they just did that.

"A p-party?" I ask stumbling over the word. Jazmin has tried to drag to many amounts of parties. Of course, I declined. I can barely handle school, how am I suppose to handle a house packed full of drunk teenagers.

"God, I'm sorry. She told me you knew." Cameron rubs the back of his neck. I fiddle with the doorknob. I feel bad that he came all the way out here. I live pretty far from other people.