I threw some ripped jeans and a KISS t-shirt on. Walking downstairs, I grabbed my jacket and walked outside, seeing Parker asleep on my porch swing.
Before I got him up, I looked at his facial features: he had creases covering his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, I'm guessing he slept like me. Instead of standing there, trying to look at all of him, I nudged his head with my hand, making him jump up.
"Why are you still here," I scoffed. "I thought you wouldn't want to be seen with a slut."
Parker stood up, looking at me, straight through my eyes.
"Parker-" He wrapped his arms around me, embracing me. A lump formed in my throat as tears filled my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his torso, holding tight.
I held on for awhile, until I remembered what I am. I shoved him off, tears cascading down to the collar of my shirt.
"Ma-"
"Don't. Go. I don't want you to be seen with a slut."
Before he could say anything, I ran off and jumped into my car.
YOU ARE READING
a world of lies
Teen FictionI remember my parents telling me everyone has a story. "Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, tragic or not." But sometimes we forget that.
