I'm 17 my name is Peyton i am sitting at my friend Justin's house on his bed he's 18 and we go to the same school but he's a senior he's kind of the bad boy he's not a player but he's snobby and mean and
a douche bag but oh well i was on my phone we were wearing (pics above) i was upset at what this kid at the mall said to me when I was with justin it hurt my feelings but I didn't want justin to know
He kept asking me "are you okay" he said "yeah" i lied "Peyton that's the first thing you said to me since we were at the mall what happened" he asked i ignored him and turned my phone off and laid my head on his lap
"Peyton" he says "what" i said "tell me what's wrong" he said "nothings wrong you need to chill" i said "thats a fucking lie i know you now tell me what's wrong and I'm not gonna chill" he snapped i looked up at him i got up and walked out of his room tears came down my face
"Peyton" justin said i wiped my eyes then walked in the room and shut the door and locked it and sat down on the bed criss-cross apple sauce by justin "tell me what's wrong" he said
I texted him
Me: this mean kid said i had the body of a nine year old boy
Justin's phone went off he read the text and looked at me
"Thats why your upset cuz some mean kid called you a nine year old boy" he asked i nodded "well you don't have the body of a nine year body i think you look fine" he said i looked at him
"he also said that if I ever wanted you to like me i would have to get a boob job and butt implants" i whispered his mouth dropped "damn that's rude" he whispered "see" i said " but i don't like that shit it's fake i like to grab the real thing" he said
"yeah well i don't have anything to grab" i said "Peyton come on don't let this bother you" he said "but jay it does bother me i have no boob's or butt look" i sat up on my knees "i'm not looking at your ass" he said "just do it, baby" i said he looked at my butt
"i don't see a problem" he said i sat down "there's nothing wrong with your butt" he said "okay sure I still don't have boobs" i said he looked at my chest "oh my god i never noticed that you were flat you want to know why because I don't care it doesn't bother me" he explained to me
"Are you sure cuz i" he interrupted "i don't care if you don't have boobs it doesn't matter if you wear a 34aaa or a double D I don't care but i like you just the way you are" he said i smiled
and wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him tight "no no no i don't do shit like this i'm an asshole" he unwrapped my arms from around his waist "Justin" i said he looked at me
"oh my gosh your lucky I like you" he said and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap i wrapped my arms around his neck he grabbed my butt I squealed he smiled "what was that" he said "what" i asked "you squealed" he said "stop" i said
"you still got something to grab" he said and grabbed my butt again "stop" i whined he took his hands off my ass he looked at his hands they had blood on them i knew why I gasped and got off of him i ran out of his room tears came down my face "Peyton" he says
Justin's prov
I walked into the bathroom and washed my hands with soap then walked out of the bathroom
Back to me
I walked into Justin's room some tears came down my face I grabbed my overnight bookbag and kneeled down and un zipped it and dumped everything out hoping to find something
