Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 2 - Im just Lonely

Evan POV

Friday couldn't have come any sooner. Craig's party is today. God knows I need it. But It feels like I've been waiting forever, when really its only been a few days.

'I hope Craig invited hot girls this time, the last ones...were decent'

I thought as I laid in bed. I decided to skip school today. Nothing important was going on, it was just a regular school day. Also, it felt weird not having freak there. Almost as if...I missed him...

Ha ha, missed him. Yeah, missed tormenting him...yeah...that's what I 'miss'.

I threw the covers off and put on some sweatpants, heading downstairs. It was just me home, but that was normal. My mother was never home. She was always working, using that as an excuse just to get away from her "man whore" son. Kindly quoted by her. She's right and wrong with that. I don't sleep with every girl on the block, but on occasion I will.

Even though I never see her, she always leaves behind a good amount of money for me to by food and other shit, so it wasn't that bad. It just got lonely sometimes.

I walked downstairs across the carpeted living room into the kitchen. Trying to figure out what I should do today.

'okay, so ill call up Craig. He'll skip as well so he could set up for the party. So ill see if he needs help setting up, psh I wouldn't help anyway. And If he kicks me out, I'll hit the hockey rink. I haven't been there for ages'

I thought as I grabbed some hot-pockets and put them in the microwave.

Grabbing my Apple 7+ and unlocking it, I ended up getting distracted by Instagram, then remembered what I was originally going to do. Getting distracted again, by Twitter. The microwave beeped so I went and got my glorious food. While eating my hot-pockets I checked all my social medias for the 50th time. I decided just to walk to his place instead.

Going up the stairs to get dressed, about half way up I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. I let out a hiss of pain, doubling over from the pain. Once I fell forward, my other foot slipped underneath me, sending me back down the stairs. My arms came up to protect my head, as I stumbled I hit the bottom of my spine, sending me into more pain. Once on the ground I sat up and grabbed onto my ankle and stayed in that position for a bit.

"Fuck me" I said aloud.

I sighed and went to my pocket for my phone...which I couldn't feel. And its pretty hard to miss that sizable motherfucker.

My heart dropped when I realized I didn't have my phone in my pocket anymore. I quickly forgot about my ankle and looked around for it.

My stairs go in a spiral going from the basement to the upstairs. I leant over the railing over looking the basement to search for my phone. Only to see it face down with fragments of glass around it.

"Aw shit!" I said, trying to stand up without putting any pressure on my hurt ankle. Hopping into the kitchen to get some ice, I rethink what I'm going to do today.

'Okay, so I was going to go over to Craig's. Looks like that might be bit, I'm still going to that damn party though. I just need to forget for a bit. I mean, why do I keep thinking about the freak. Ugh, I'll have to get a new phone...which means I may have to talk to my mother. If it actually comes to that, I can just write a note and leave it somewhere she'll find it. I don't even know when she's coming back home, hopefully not tonight.'

Getting ice out of the freezer I sat on the bar stool and turn on the TV. Since hockey was a big hobby of mine, I'm used to having injuries. As well as knowing how to deal with them.

With my ankle feeling better I went in the basement, grabbing my wrecked phone and sweeping the pieces of glass.

~Time Skip~

After a while my ankle was no longer in pain, I began to head off to Craig's. I grabbed my black beanie and the extra phone I have laying around, and finally my keys. I set my house alarm, and locked the door behind me.

I haven't walked to his house in a long time, so I decide to cut through a forest I haven't been in for years. I took the advantage of the fact I had to walk slower due to my ankle, to look around and take in the area.

This forest is a perfect little shortcut from my place to Craig's. I remembered old memories of me and my old best friend playing together. We'd always have a contest to see who found the grossest shit in the forest. Yeah, we weren't that smart. And sometimes I regret challenging him to cross the boundaries.

The fall air was so chilly it made my cheeks go numb, but I always enjoyed that sensation. It reminded me of when I would visit my father, who resided in Canada, and playing hockey with him. My visits would mostly be in the winter. I shrugged my jacket and stuck my hands in my pockets, nearing the edge of the forest to cut across the street.

Checking for cars, that were nearly ever around, I crossed and walked straight into Craig's house. He doesn't care, the whole crew does it. But maybe today I shouldn't of.

As I opened the door all I heard was intense 'sucking?' noises. Looking around I see nothing done to his house preparing for a party.

Disgusted, I walked to his living room and before entering. I yelled as loud as possible "CRAIG STOP SUCKING FACES, YOU NEED TO SET-UP FOR TONIGHT".

"Jesus fucking Christ, Evan! Don't you know you should call before coming over!" Craig yelled back, clearly mad. I chuckled to myself. "Sorry, let me take care of THIS MENECE" shouting the last part, obviously referring to me.

He walked out of the room, a huge, red hickey was on his neck. He looked at me as if expecting me to say something.

"What? Are you mad about what I'm interrupting? Just do that tonight man, everyone else will be. Also, my phone broke so I couldn't call you" I looked at him, giving my excuse.

He shook his head, sighed, and looked at me saying "Hey, a guy has needs okay? Especially when a hot guy is in his living room. And no. I don't need you to help set-up. I'll cya tonight"

"Do I get to meet your boyfriend at least?" I pushed my eyebrows together and made a pouty face.

"No, you'll meet him tonight" Craig turned me around and started to push me to the door. "Now, if you will sir. Please leave" Turning around looking at me just standing in his front door. "My boyfriend used to be a bodyguard, don't make me make him throw you out".

"Ooo, you got a tough guy eh? Maybe I'll stay so I can meet him" I winked at him "Just kidding man, I'll cya later"

Craig slammed his door behind me and I chuckled to myself. I began to walk slowly home, taking my time to think about things.