Why is it so difficult to hide things from important people? Specially when you have to hide them with smiles and laughs. They're all fake. I'm fake. Wow, that sounds harsh even to myself.
As I get out of the car, my phone buzzes.
Logan- Want to hang out later?
Me- No, sorry. Maybe some other time.
Logan- Yeah. It's okay.
Me- Okay. Well I got to go. Bye.
Logan- Bye
I really didn't want to talk to anybody. I felt like crawling into a hole and die. I didn't really have any reasons to live. My parents died. I have no relatives or siblings. I am left with people who beat the shit out of me. I am not cared for, loved, and I'm non-important. If I died nobody would care. Nobody would mind. Nobody would shed a tear. I'll be honest I've had suicidcial thoughts and I've tried it once or twice, but I always end up waking up. It's like the world really wants me to suffer.
I look out the tequila I had in my car and put it in my jacket. I locked the car and made my way to the place I normally go to when I'm upset and confused.
I am to busy in my own little world not paying attention to where I'm going. That I bump into someone and fall down. My butt hit the ground and I groaned.
"Pay attention idiot." The person growled.
"I'm sorry." I whispered lowly. It was kind of my fault. I should've paid attention.
"Nichole?" The person questioned. My head shot up at the person who knew my name.
"Huh?" I furrowed my eyebrows. I squinted my eyes to see who it was. Ryder.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Are you crying?" He asked.
"No, why would you think that?" I asked.
"Your eyes are puffy." He said.
"Oh, that's nothing. I'm just sleepy." I answered.
He helped me get up. I was going to thank him when he knelt down and grabbed something from the ground.
"Nichole?" He said.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Why do you have a bottle of tequila?" He asked.
"Because I was going to drink if. Obviously." I say.
"But your not supposed to drive while your drunk." He reasoned.
"Who said I was getting drunk. I'm only going to drink a little." I said.
"Mmhm." He said. I took the opportunity to snatch it from his hold and I quickly put it in my pocket.
"Sorry for bumping into you." I said and was going to walk away, but he followed.
"It's fine." He waved it off.
"Bye." I waved at him, but he did leave.
"Bye." I repeated, but he still followed me.
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Teen Fiction[Completed] {Book 1} Her life is a living hell. There's no doubt in that. People think her life's rainbows and unicorns, but in reality it's hell. One secret you have to keep away from everyone, not so difficult because you have no friends, but wh...
