Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 3

*Sarah’s POV*

I woke up on top of Greg. What happened yesterday? Oh yeah. Miss Bitch’s 20th crime. And then Jackie (picture on the side) broke out the weed. Didn’t my mom call or something?

I reached for my phone, and rolled off of Greg. I had one unread message.

From: Mother

Sent at: 5:13pm

Call me when you’re not high. I have some news for you.

Only my mom would use proper punctuation in a fucking text message. Whore. I quickly texted her back.

To: Mother

Sent at: 11:47am

Wht? Cant u just tell me over a txt?

Hopefully she will just leave me alone now. I feel in the mood to party. I opened my Twitter app, to see if anyone was having a party tonight. Turns out Maddie and Fred were both having parties tonight. They were both in the popular group at school.

Maddie’s parents were out of town; they didn’t know this was going on. Now wouldn’t that be a shame if they would find out…? Well, I might go to that one. She has a pool, and a huge house. In her 3 tweets about it, there was a ton of booze, a professional DJ, food, and private room open for use. It started at 7:30 and ended whenever.

Fred’s party also started at 7:30. Could you tell Maddie and Fred didn’t like each other? His parents could give less than a fuck about him, as long as he stayed starting quarterback. They are allowing him to have this party. At his party there will be booze, 2 DJs, food, weed, LSD, and private rooms. Right now, Fred’s party was winning. I love free weed. Less money for me to spend on it.

I decided to ask the guys later. I think they’d agree with me, and choose to go to Fred’s. For now, I shall make waffles. I’m hungry, and I want waffles.

Waffles are my power food. You know how in any Mario game how when Mario gets that mushroom he is like the hulk? Well, waffles are my power mushroom. Waffles and jello; jello is fucking awesome.

I mixed the batter up and heated up the waffle maker. Nate got it for me for Christmas. I think this is the most used gift ever. We must have waffles here 4 times a week. But no one complains because food is food. It’s that simple.

I poured my batter into the griddle when my phone rang. I grabbed my phone without looking at the caller ID. “Hang on a second” I told the person. I put my phone on the counter. “Josh, get your ass in here! Come watch the waffles and put more on.” I waited until I saw his form lumbering into the kitchen.

“I really, really hate you. You know that right?” I told me as he took my place at the waffle making station.

I kissed his cheek. “I love you so much. I will make it up to you! I promise! Thanks!” I grabbed my phone and ran off.

“Hello? Who’s this?” I asked into the phone.

“It’s your mother, I told you to call me but you didn’t. So I had to call you. And what did I say about smoking?” My mom, Jane, said.

“Like I would listen anyway. So what do you want?” I huffed. This was a waste of my time.

“That is rude. That is also not the way you speak to your mother. Do I need to come down there? I’ll take away your weed and cigarettes, and take your earrings.” I rolled my eyes. She wouldn’t come to see me, even if that was the only way for her to live another day.