Chapter 20

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Warning: This chapter contains erotic scenes that may make you uncomfortable, if you're younger than 12 I advise you not to read this. Thanks!

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Merging with Jenny and Lisa's way of life brought out the crazy, wild side of me. Yes, I said Jenny. I didn't give a crap about what she said about me before, but she is still my friend. We've grown closer ever since I moved on from Aaron.

I attended more parties, and became best buddies with a certain substance called Alcohol. In retrospect, I hated Alcohol, and the taste. But now? Heck, it's the only thing that keeps me feeling alive, Ironic I know.

It's only been one week, and I haven't even seen Aaron at school at all. Is he trying to avoid me? Ha, I don't care! That makes it even easier for me.

And, this weekend its Jenny's 18th Birthday. She's going to throw a huge party at her place. She invited nearly everyone from the school, and even the jocks (Courtesy from her boyfriend, Matt) and I can't wait. This is an opportunity to meet new people, and fulfil a teenage experience. Call me Cliché, but I don't give a shit anymore. This is my life, and I'll do what I want, whenever I want. And no one can stop me.

In school, Adam talked to me, just to ask how things are going. And it didn't go well.

"I mean, we've talked but it seems like you're in another place. You're going through that phase again..." he was saying, concern filling his face. I mentally rolled my eyes.

"Stop worrying about me Adam," frustration brewing in me. "You're not my Dad."

It was a harsh thing to say, I know. But honestly, it had to be said.

He frowned, clearly hurt. "What's gotten into you?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Nothing." I said, clearly defensive.

His face was aghast, and now he was irritating me.

"I care for you, Hothead. That's all. And seriously, the way you're acting right now is not you." He said.

I sigh and threw my hands up in exasperation, "What's gotten into you? Just because I don't return your feelings doesn't mean you can brew up into my business. Back off, Adam. It's my life and I'll do whatever I want. If you don't like that, then walk away, I'll be delighted." His eyes widened in horror, and my heart collapsed but I was so angry, I didn't care anymore.

"This isn't about my goddam feelings about you!" his voice rose, and his eyes were glassy. "This is me talking as your best friend for as long as I can remember! And look at you! You're turning into one of those people we usually laughed at..." His expression was sad, and disappointed. Like I'd failed him.

I laughed with no humour, "The old Lucy is gone." My voice was cold, and it surprised me.

He shook his head, "So it's like that now, huh?"

"Yes." I said.

After that, I watched him walk away. I looked down to hide the tears in my eyes. But something inside me took charge, I'm not weak. I won't cry and be that little silly girl that whined over getting hit by a football. I will stand my ground. I don't need Adam or Aaron in that matter.

At lunch, I met up with Jenny, Lisa and their boyfriends and a few guys that hang around with them under a tree at the back of the school. Jenny beamed when she saw me, and slung an arm around my shoulders.

"Just in time," she smirked. She nodded to Lisa who looked daze.

"What's up with her, and just in time for what?" I asked, curious.

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