Lock the Doors - Mattdock

Chapter Three - Well, He Better Fucking Praise Me When I Get There

"How old are you?" I asked him.

"Seventeen. You?"

"Sixteen."

"Nice."

"I guess," I said and looked down.

"Do you have any siblings?"

I looked up at him through my curtain of hair. "No. You?"

"Yeah. I have a sister named Sheila."

"Mm."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Hm? Nothing."

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, what's buggin' you?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"If you say so," he said and went back to talking about God knows what.

"Nick? You there?"

I looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I, uh, I think I'm just going to go home now."

"Okay," I heard him say as I got up and started walking away. I sighed, running my hand through my hair. Well, there goes my plans. I was there for two fucking minutes. Not even that.

I got home and opened the door.

"Nick?" my mom asked from the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Did you eat yet? It's eleven."

"Yeah. I ate a bowl of cereal."

"Okay," she said and went back to whatever she was doing. Good. Not like she'd care if I ate, anyway.

I walked into my room, seeing that the Wi-Fi connected. My phone said that Lloyd texted me a couple of minutes ago, asking if I wanted to hang out with him and his friends to watch a movie at his house later, because apparently, his friends wanted to hang out with me.

Liar. His friends hate me. They don't even have to say they hate me, I can just tell. They never really 'clicked' like Lloyd did with me.

I told him no, because I hate socializing. I just hate most people in general.

My phone buzzed, saying that he texted me.

From Lloyd: :( Why

I unlocked the phone and typed up a reply.

To Lloyd: Your friends don't like me

From Lloyd: Yea they do

From Lloyd: Can u still come over bc they want to hang w/ u

To Lloyd: Find. I'll be over in 30 min

To Lloyd: Fine**

From Lloyd: Lol

I didn't reply.

Goddamn it, what have I done? His friends hate me, and here I am planning to go over to his house! I closed my eyes and groaned. I am a motherfucking idiot.

Well, he better fucking praise me when I get there. I'm not kidding.

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Bad and short filler, sorry. :/