Barely Holding On

Chapter 3

After my mom finished yelling at me I went in my room and collapsed in my bed. She was pissed, and I was grounded.

I screamed into my pillow trying to make myself feel better. It didn’t work.

“Shut the fuck up!” I heard Skip Nash from his room.

I screamed again just to piss him off.

Next thing I knew Nash was climbing through my window.

I raised my head up, “Uhh, what do you think you’re doing?”

He started going through my underwear drawer, “What does it look like I’m doing? I need money.”

“First of all, it’s not in there. And second of all, why the fuck are you asking me for money?” I said walking over to my dresser.

I saw him holding up my black lacy thong. He raised one eyebrow, “Interesting. Maybe you could stop by later in this? Only in this…?” He winked.

I snatched it out of his hand. It was for the soul purpose of avoiding pantie lines, I swear. “Listen, Perv.”

He just kept talking right over me, “V, I need 20 bucks. I’ll pay you back later, kay?”

“V?! Since when do we share nicknames and borrow each other’s money? Look I know our moms are best friends, but that doesn’t mean we are.” I realized he was still going through my underwear, so I slammed the drawer shut nearly getting his fingers.

Our moms had been best friends since they were in school. They even decided to have kids at the same time (me and Nash) hoping we would become best friends, obviously that didn’t work out. Nash and I loathed each other.

He looked at me like I was stupid, “Since we’re partners for this stupid project, I thought that gave us a close unbreakable bond.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, right. You just want something.”

“Yeah, 20 bucks. Can I have it now?” He stuck his hand out.

“I swear you are the biggest asshole around.” I reached into my purse and pulled out my wallet. “Wait.” Nash groaned, “Can I at least know what I’m paying for?”

“Why?” he asked bitterly.

“I just want to make sure I’m not paying for drugs.”

He glared at me, “Fine. Why don’t you just come then?”

“Uhh, what?” I asked horribly confused.

He rolled his eyes, “Look. My mom says I have to be nice to you or she’ll take away my car, get it? Plus, Cam will be there and I know how big of a crush you have on him.”

“I DO NOT!” I squealed.

He just looked at me. I looked away in shame.

“Fine. I’ll go, but only if you promise to actually work on our project.” I demanded.

“Yeah, whatever I promise. Now let’s go, we’re going to be late. Grab your skateboard.”

“What the hell makes you think I have a skateboard?” I asked.

He sighed. “Never mind, just come on. I’ve got an extra.”

Well, this was going to be an experience.