Save Me from Myself

Chapter 41

Cali's POV
"Hey Cal." Joey mumbled as he sat next to me in the cafeteria. I lifted my head off the table and sighed.

"Hey Jojo." I answered, pathetically. My voice was pretty much gone and my face was practically tattooed with dried tears. I was a mess.

"Woahh...You look and sound like absolute shit...But I like my new nickname!" He said, grinning at me.

"Thanks. Just what a girl loves to hear." I mumbled sarcastically.

"Yo, don't blame me. I'm gay, I don't know what girls like" he joked.

I smiled a little, "Thanks Joey. You always know how to make me smile."

"No problem babe. Now what's wrong?? You're looking super depressed and skinnier than usual. How long has it been since you ate?" He asked.

"Since me and Layla fought the first time..."

"CALI ARIANNA HAILE. THAT'S 4 DAYS!!" He exclaimed, tensing up a bit.

I'm aware. Not long enough. "Please don't tell at me. Not today." I said, shaking. Joey was an amazing friend, but he's really bipolar, and when he gets mad, its really scary. He knows that I'm scared when he gets mad, but he can't help it. When he's mad, his rage takes complete control.

He took a deep breath, "Sorry. Please explain why you're so depressed looking." He said, anxiously.

I sighed, "My dad. Its the anniversary of his death today." Don't cry Cali. Don't cry.

Joey looked at me with sympathy and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Its okay. He's in a better place now." He said as I wrapped my arms around him.

Now, normally I would make a sarcastic comment about Joey a nd his Catholic beliefs, but not today. All I wanted to do was stay in my room and mourn. I mean, if he hadn't died, none of this would've happened. But no. That goddamned truck driver just had to stop at a bar and take a few shots. He had to get on the road when my dad was. It's so fucking unfair. My dad was only 34. He died too young.

I let go of Joey and wrapped my arms around my stomach. He offered me a sympathetic smile and I acknowledged him,but I didn't smile back. Not today.

"Sup whores."

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Esme.

Really??? Today??? She couldn't wait until tomorrow??

"Urm.. hi Esme." Joey said, waving at her awkwardly.

"Joey. How about you Cali? Do you have anything to say to me?" She answered, barely looking at Joey.

Well... one thing? I have many things i would like to say, but I'm a polite fucking person.

Oh wait.

No I'm not.

"OMG!!" I said, in my most obnoxious preppy bitch voice, "Esme I'm so sorry! It was all my fault that you were a bitch!! I hope you'll be my friend again, i missed you so much!!!" I smiled to myself at my sarcasm. I crack myself up.

She rolled her eyes, "Fucking bitch." And she sat down next to Joey.

Joey definitely got the memo. "Can i help you?" He asked, putting on his bitch face.

Yay I'm not alone in the anti-Esme act!

"Damn, no one's in a good mood today. I ran into Layla a few seconds and and told me to go suck a dick. Aren't you guys nice." She grumbled, grabbing my toast.

I raised my eyebrows at her. She snorted, "Its not like you're gonna eat it, don't look at me like that."

"Even so, Its still fucking rude." Joey answered, glaring at her.

She laughed, "are we gonna have a problem Jo?"

He clenched his fists, "We already do. That problem started when you hurt Cali."

"Oh boo woo. Go cry me a river and fuck off." She exclaimed.

"Why are you even here Esme?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Definitely not to see you sluts. Drum roll please? Apparently I have bipolar depression still. Cops found me very VERY high on the side of the road and I'd been doing some stupid shit, and I had a choice. Jail time, because of all the stupid shit and how high i was, or be put back here! The judge lady thought that since i have a mental disorder, i should have the option. So here i am." She finished.

"....okay but why are you here, as in, sitting next to me?" Joey asked.

She scoffed loudly and ignored him.

"Wait, back up. You got high???" I questioned, trying to ignore my migraine.

She smirked, "Um duh. Ever since I got out of here all I've done is party. Drugs are part of that package."

I shook my head. I'm a mess, I know. But the one thing I will never do is drugs. That's probably why I'm so fucked up. Everyone does drugs to escape. I never did that. I couldn't stand being like my mom.

"Got a problem with it?" She asked, trying to be tough.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Esme has become a basic bitch. At least before she was just a bitch.

I got up, hugged Joey, and went right back into my room where I thought about my dad and cried my eyes out until I fell asleep.

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None of you guys answered my question, so I just decided on my own XD I hope the chapter was okay. Thanks for reading!!
♡♡Christal