Loveless Generation

and so it begins

AJ's POV

6:30 AM - before

Words cannot describe my hatred towards school. I mean, I love learning, but I hate the teachers, shitty rules, the drama, tests, presentations, and the pointless people.

I miss elementary school.

Anyways, looking through my closet this morning made me realize how badly obsessed with soccer I am; I owned literally all of the player's jerseys in FC Barcelona's soccer team, both home and away. I threw on my away Rakitic jersey, adidas joggers, and adidas running shoes. My outfit was beautiful. I grab my phone and checked to see if i had enough time to beat my face.

But what i saw instead made my heart stop.

15 messages from: Sean 💗

Fuck.

I know girls should be excited or glad their boyfriends texted them that many times in the morning, but I've been with Sean Davis for 10 long months to know better. My heart started pounding as i started to lose control of my shakiness. I stared at my screen for what seemed ages until i realized i still needed to take my anxiety meds. I quickly cleared my notifications, not bothering to read what he said, knowing i was in for it later.

Little did i fucking know.

7:45 AM - and it begins

My heart skipped a beat when i saw Sean's name on my phone, calling me.

I fucking forgot about the messages this morning.

I'm so screwed.

"Good morning, Babygirl! How was your weekend, Princess?" His voice sounded eerily calm when i picked up the phone.

"Uh, it was okay. I missed you," I tried my best to sound nonchalant considering I had fun Saturday night and I'm not allowed to if I'm with him.

"What'd you do Saturday night?" Sean said, airly.

"Um, nothing? Why?"

"Don't fucking lie to me," His voice went dark and aggressive out of nowhere.

"Yeah, 'cuz i would cheat on you when you're out with family for a whole weekend." I rolled my eyes.

"How many bottles, Anjelica?" I froze in pure terror.

Why did he say my name actual name?

"Bottles..?"

"You fucking heard me. How many bottles did you drink and how much money worth of weed did you smoke?"

I looked at Kelly in pure terror not knowing what the fuck to say.

"How'd you know...?" I hesitantly asked, still running over a plan in my head. I quickly put my phone on speaker so Kelly could hear.

"Dumbass. I have people. Now, sweetie, tell me how many bottles did you drink and how much money worth of weed did you smoke?"

"This fucking matters because?"

"Because you didn't fUCKING LISTEN TO ME YOU WENT OUT TO BE THE LITTLE WHORE YOU ARE!"

"All i did was get stoned/wasted."

"On what Anjelica? What did you get wasted on?"

"Vodka, Tequila, Corona, and I think some Dos Equis "

"You bitch. How much money worth of weed did you smoke?" I glanced at kelly, who looked ready to explode, and calmly smiled, the next words coming out of my mouth like venom.

"Enough to forget about your existence," I quickly hung up and turned my phone off. The look on Kelly's face was pure shock. Her hazel eyes opened as big as saucers and her mouth fell agape.

The little moment of victory and freedom i felt would soon end, though. As soon as we pulled up on the school parking lot, i knew saying that was a huge mistake.