T.E.E.N.E.D

Chapter 2

                I kept wondering why this guy was so open to helping me. I’m a stranger after all. Is he some kind of rapist? Pshycopath? I kept having these creepy thoughts in my head that just made me more and more nervous as we were reaching the door. He stopped right before opening the door.

                “Just to let you know, they’re not the friendliest of people in there, they may not like having you here.” I just nodded. I wouldn’t have guessed anything else, it would make sense if they hated me. A random stranger walking in? Yeah, I’m sure they’d love that.

                We walked in and these two guys, one looked the same age as me and the other looked like he was the same age as my sister, seventeen. The other one had black hair, and blueish gray eyes. The other, had white hair with this weird beanie on his head, he had blue eyes, kinda like my sisters, but darker. He also looked fammliar in a way. “Dude it’s just a stupid poptart. What’s the big deal?” A poptart? What is this? A first grade clas?? “What’s the big deal? The big deal is that it was the smores kind! It’s my favorite and you ate the last one!” This black haired kid seemed pretty serious about this poptart thing. “You’re such a child, Kevin.” Dark haired boy is named Kevin. Got it. “Hey idiots! You’re embarassing yourself infront of Jordan’s new girlfriend.” Girlfriend?!  I really hope they weren’t talking about me. “She’s not my girlfriend.” So his name is Jordan, good to know. “Then who is she?” I was already hating this red haired chick, she seemed kinda bitchy, at least I hope she’s on her period. “Megan, calm your tits.” The bitch is named Megan. I feel like I’m a teacher learning everyone’s names, this is weird. “Seriosuly Jordan, who is this chick, you can’t just bring a random person inside, you know the rules.” This time some brown haired chick who acted like she owned the place replied. “You mind telling us your name,  blondie?” Blondie, um yeah that’s not going to go well with me.

“I’d be really glad if you didn’t refer to me as blondie anytime in the near future, but my name is Cece.” I wanted to give a sarcastic answer but I didn’t, but now they were all looking at me, I was getting kind of irritated because they were just giving me this weird face. “What?” I didn’t mean to snap at them but I really didn’t want them looking at me like that. “Look.. Cece, my name is Rex. And I’m not afraid to slap a bitch, so when you feel like snapping at me anytime in the ‘near future’, don’t.” White haired boy is an asshole. “Well, anytime you feel like starring at me with that pissed off look, do you mind maybe… not? Then maybe I won’t snap at you.” I was really ready to just walk out, but where else would I go?I’ve probably already screwed this up anyway. “You’re going to be a bundle of joy aren’t you?” I just smiled at him, he’s such a dick.

Jordan decided to step into this conversation awkwardly, “Uh, anyway. I found her in tears on the sidewalk, she got kicked out of her house.” I was not crying on the sidewalk. “Doesn’t she have friends she could live with?”Rex really wanted me out of this place but, I do have Rosie.. But she’d give me shit about my mom and I really don’t want to deal with her. “No..” I lied, but whatever. Probably not going to be here for long anyway. “Well, sit down and tell us how you ended up getting kicked out.” This time a dark skinned girl with black hair was talking to me. How many people are here? I went over and sat down. I guess I had to tell them everything right?

As I was telling them everything I could see some of them weren’t believing me, Jordan on the other hand could tell I was saying the truth. He kept looking at me and my scars, along with the faded brusies on my arms. I felt so good telling these people about my mother, and my shitty life, but I felt bad that I couldn’t tell my best friends. And I’m starting to think I’ll never get the chance to tell them.

I finished telling them and they sat there for awhile, Rex broke the silence. “What bullshit!” Bullshit? Are you serious? Do you see my scars??? “How is it bullshit! Do you see her scars, her brusies?” Jordan started to defend me. “Yes, I do. But do you really think her mom beat her?” It’s not that hard to believe, I did tell you she was an alcoholic. “Your story was more unbeliveable than anyone’s here, yet we belived you. And you can’t believe hers? Which is probably the most realistic of all of ares.” I just sat here looking at the ground, but what did he mean by mine was the most realistic? What happened to these people.. “Jordan, we don’t need another Alex incident.” Who’s Alex? “Don’t you bring up Alex! He wasn’t a bad person!” The black haired girl probably had some close connection with this Alex person. I wonder what happened to him. “Ugh, Jordan, Roxy, just shut up. It’s too late for this shit.” Black haired girl, Roxy, got it. But why was Rex being such a douche? I’ve done absolutley nothing to him. “Argh, Cece, we’re just going to need time to think about this, mister boss man is being difficult and I’m pretty sure the group would like to talk about it as well.” Jordan seemed pretty sympathetic. I just nodded. I was tired, hurt and upset. I wanted to rest somewhere. Without thinking I began to cry, and I ran into a room. There was just a bed in there, but I sat in the corner.

I could hear them talking, more like shouting, but I could still here them. “Look what you did Rex, you made her cry!” “Jordan, shut your mouth, you know just as well as I do this girl could be dangerous. No one accidentally comes across this place. They probably sent her from the FRT department.” FRT? What’s the FRT? “I highly doubt that, she looks really ingured, you didn’t see how she cringed everytime she moved her back?” Jordan really did notice everything, he must be really observant. “She could be acting! Alex was a good actor, and look who he turned out to be. One of those dicks from the FRT.” Seriously who is Alex and what is the FRT. “Can you shut up about Alex! You know how I get about him!” I’m assuming that was Roxy. “I agree with Rex, he’s right you guys.” That must’ve been the brown haired chick, but she sounds like she’s one of those girls who follows men like a dog to get their attention. “See! Even Hannah agrees with me!” Hannah. Seems about right. “Oh Hannah agrees with you on everything.” “Shut up Jordan!” “I’m gonna go check on her, you cold-hearted people can talk amung yourselves.”

Jordan came in the room looking confused, when he saw me in the corner he smiled and crouched down to talk to me. “I’m really sorry about them, I believe you though. They’re just on the edge because of what happened awhile ago.” I wanted to ask him what it was, but I didn’t want him to stop being nice to me or get awkward. “Anyways, are you alright?” I nodded. “Yeah, it’s probably from the over excitement of the day.” He chuckled. “I’ll make sure you stay here, It’s not a good place out there. And you said you had no friends to stay with, so you’d be better off here, there’s people out there that I came across when I was running away that I wish I never did.” I thought he said he got kicked out. I just sat there. “Uhh, so how old are you, you look sixteen to me.” Spot on. “Yeah, I’m sixteen, what about you?” “Same age.” There was an awkward silence after that.

Jordan was pretty attractive. He had big brown eyes, a perfect face, no acne no marks, it was perfect. His voice was soothing, and he looked like he was one of those guys that work out a lot. Jordan looked like he was looking at me the same way too. He pulled out my ponytail, and fixed my hair for me. “You have really nice hair.” What was I supposed to say to that? I just giggled. He continued to play with my hair. He seemed really intrigued by it.

He finally stopped and looked at me in the eyes. I looked down at his lips, they looked really soft. Wait. What was I thinking?! Before I could continue arguing Jordan and I were both leaning in for a kiss, and before I knew it, we were kissing. When we were ‘done’ we just looked at each other, Jordan got up and put out his hand. I grabbed it and he helped me up. He put his arms around my wasit, and I put my hands around his, and we kissed again, this time longer. I never knew kissing someone would feel so.. amazing. I’ve kissed before, but Jordan was defainitly the best. We continued until we were making out. I could already tell where this was going.

I started undoing his buttoned shirt, and he started pulling of f my sweatshirt. Jordan had abs, nice abs. And well me on the other hand I had scars. But he didn’t seem to care. When half of our clothes were off we were on the bed. We continued the making out, but then stuff happened.

When it was over, we both fell asleep. I feel like I just made the biggest mistake of my life. I wasn’t thinking. I was upset, confused, and tired. I’m such an idiot. It’s okay to call me a slut now right?