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Chapter 11: Judgmental much?

"What are you doing here Angie?" I spit out watching her eyes become darker and darker by the second

"I think the bigger question is what are you doing here." she sneers "You've never really been the party type."

I clench my teeth, resisting a growl from escaping my lips. Wow, I growl a lot. I think I may be half wolf...

"What? Cat got your tongue?" she teases humorlessly. I just shake my head without saying anything. "Oh, and I see that you've finally found yourself a little boytoy!" she says as if she were talking to a baby while looking at Derek

"Go away, Angie" he says, narrowing his eyes in a murderous manner

"Ah, Derek. I didn't recognize you at first. You truly have changed havent you."

"i said get lost!" he raises his voice, clenching his his jaw. So I wasa right about Derek knowing Angie...

"You see, I can't do that, Smith, I've got company and we have to fulfill our pleasures." I scrunch my nose up in disgust. Seriously Angie? I've seen her bully and talk nasty to people before but I've never been one of her victims. "And if you don't leave, we'll just have to fulfill our needs in front of you." she smirks before pulling in the guy next to her into a deep, wet kiss. It was sickening to watch it. It was sloppy and wet and just plain gross. I sigh before getting up and leaving the room, not caring to wait for Derek.

But seriously, what is up between them two? So he obviously knows her and she knows him. They couldn't have dated because I've known Angie for my whole life and I've kept track of all her boyfriends. He couldn't have been her boy-toy either, because she doesn't even remember half of their names and I've kept count of them too. 

I see Blake making out with some chick with ginger hair. Her boobs are practically spilling out of her tight, low cut neckline, hot pink shirt, and her teensy shorts could be easily mistaken for denim underwear. Cough. Cough. Slut.

So there goes my ride, making out with some whore who isn't even the same girl who was dancing pretty sexually with him at the beginning of the party. And to think that college parties would be fun. My date is probably getting laid by one or more horny girls, my ex-best friend is here and is probably fucking some guys brains out and finally Derek tells me that my sort-of-crush has no interest in me. Yay. College parties are EPIC. Note the Sarcasm

I call a taxi since I have no other way to go home. Once I step in, I inhale the smell of weed and look at the old man driving the cab in horror.

"Leukemia." he states "it helps me deal with the pain." I suddenly feel guilty for judging the poor old man, fighting a battle against cancer. I honestly thought he was some creepy pedophile who had nothing better to do other than get high. 

I know I'm a judgmental person, but that's because I'm human. Every one judges someone at one time or another, at least I don't do it constantly like she-who-shall-not-be-named

Okay fine, Angie.

I remember that one time when she called a girl fat and a slut just because she wasn't a twig and because her best friends were guys. Angie spread a rumor that she was sleeping around with them and it turned out she was a virgin and she was waiting until marrige. Nobody knew until after she died from anorexia. And the truth is, she wasn't fat or obese or anything, she just didn't have a Victoria's Secret body like Angie, but that doesn't mean she's over weight, if anything Angie's underweight. I think her name was Annabelle, yeah that seems about right. She sat two seats away from me in math and history in sophmore year and we were biology parteners at the start  of junior year. We never finished our project because she died.

I remember everyone making fun of her. Telling her to go back to the whore house and telling her to lay off the 'Big Macs'. Yet, I did nothing. Although, I never said anything rude or offending to her, I still feel guilty for letting it happen. My best friend (at the time) bullied a girl to feath and I just watched doing nothing.

"Miss, we're here." the old man says with a kind look in his eyes, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look outside my window and see that we are indeed at my house. I hand the man some cash with an extra five bucks tip

"Thank you." I say suddenly feeling generous after my flashback "I hope you feel better."

"May the lord bless you." he smiles before driving away. I smile at myself feeling a bubbly feeling in the pit of my stomach. Wow, I should be generous more often.

"Mom?" I say as my voice echoes through the dark house "Mom?" I repeat

I hear a grunt from upstairs and I quickly rush up to see whats happening. OH MY GOD SHE COULD BE GETTING RAPED!

I notice the door is a little open so I peak inside only to see my mom moaning in pleasure in bed with another man. 

I think I just puked a little in my mouth.

I tiptoe silently to my room not wanting to interupt their 'session' and lay down on my bed. Even my mom is having fun and she's old.

Well, in her thirties but still she's my mom. You'd think I would've learnt not to look into people's rooms while they are 'doing stuff' after what happened with Angie and Blake but no, it takes me a while to learn from my mistakes

Tomorrow I'm going to the city to spend a week with dad in his tiny apartment. I'm going to have to put up with another week of him bringing girls home and I'll have to sleep through the sound they make.

Tomorrow I'll be away from Angie

Tomorrow I'll be away from Blake

Tomorrow I'll be away from all the drama in my life right now

Tomorrow I'll be fine.