YOUNG VOLCANOES

twentytwo

The janitor's closet is a really uncomfortable place to make out in- but I was desperate. Yesterday's encounter with Alex had left me sexually frustrated. Even if it's top in the list of horrible things that Sam Irwin has done, I longed for the moment we shared yesterday.

From last night what Alex probably remembers is my face and the words BITCH across it. Meanwhile what I can't seem to forget about the evening, was the hot and loud chemistry.

Last night I'd changed from being Cinderella to Cruella de Vill. All left missing was for Selena Gomez to write a song about me.

I wanted to make out with Alex again.
That was the sad yet annoying truth. A truth that didn't make sense because I'm supposed to hate him and he hates me. But then again, he could be in the same situation as me.

So here I am- making out with a guy named Jason in the janitor's closet on the last day of school. Trying to see if this will do the trick and shut down my hornyness.

"Sam, you're so hot" Jason says and I roll my eyes even tho my eyelids are closed. He uses too much tongue. And I'm bored...the kiss isn't even worth describing...it's plain, it's cardboard...

I don't get how Alex does it. Kissing random strangers and getting off from it. Without feelings nor alcohol in my sistem, this was awful.

I stopped him. "Did you hear that?. That's the bell. I gotta go to class" I tell him. I grab my bookbag, adjust my bra and leave him alone in the dusty small room. Now that I had a reputation at school it was easy getting boys. With a small eye flirt I could lip lock in with almost anyone in seconds. Still, I wasn't in any desire to keep testing my new-found powers out. I wasn't having any fun.

All I could think of was fucking Alex Clifford; whom I'd just blackmailed into leaving me alone- not less than 42 hours ago. As I got out of the closet I stumbled across a heavy eyesight.

Felix Hood was a mess. My best friend had left him heartbroken. He wore sweatpants, crocs and a Star Wars T-shirt. His hair a mess and his nose red as if he was sick. The actual dark circles under his eyes looked as if he were wearing eyeliner, making his face sharpen and darken with unision.

I was battling if to talk to him. But, what would you even tell him?. "Sorry I broke you and my best friend up!, I'll be more careful next time!."

He saw me and instantly looked away in anger, going on about his day. It was his last day as a senior in High School and he looked so sad...

Infact, it was my last day in this school. I'd forgotten that my father was sending me off next year. I looked at all my class mates across the hall, laughing, making plans for senior year and I instantly got extremely nostalgic.

It's okay, you're allowed to be sad. I comfort myself. I decide to go looking for Kate.

When I found my best friend, she sat on the benches under a wide tree that was in the middle of the school's campus. She texted on her phone and I joined her side. "Dude, I realized this might be my last day here..." I tell her and she looks up from her phone.

"I swear, I'm going to change schools to wherever you go!" she states. I sigh and shake my head "He can't send me away, I mean. I belong here." I sigh and she hugs me "Don't get me so emotional, Sam"

"Maybe, I can accept homeschooling..." I think through my options and Kate let's go of the hug. "Talk to your Dad about it, tonight!" she orders me.

Due to the fact that I'd stayed over at Kate's last night (after my big Alex and me showdown), I was finally heading home today. I had only talked on the phone with Dad a little last night and I didn't know what to expect from him. I believed he was no longer so mad at me.