Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
chapter eight;
racing mind
wyatt oleff
as terrible as it seems, the only thing i could think about that night was the kiss i shared with carrison. i couldn't tell you why, but it's true. she was the only thing on my mind all night, not in some kind of creepy, obsessive way, but more of just me thinking about how odd that kiss was. i actually enjoyed it. why?
carrison was an odd girl. she never was into the things the girls liked in the sixth grade, like crushes, and justin bieber's glow up. no, instead she liked breaking bad and nirvana. she was unique, but now that she's matured, she's just a moody bitch who's always the odd one out.
she's cool to be around when she's high though i must admit. she's more laid back and calm, rather than rude and nasty. i preferred her when she was stoned.
there's always been something about her. not a good thing. carrison was just always different. in a bad way. once i even heard that her mom's a total burn out who can't take care of her, or herself, and her dad up and left because he couldn't deal with two delinquents. harsh, but most likely true. and that's mean, but i didn't say it, i simply heard it from a peer.
i wouldn't be surprised if her 'family' was like that, no offense, but you don't just turn out that fucked up on your own. but that didn't make carrison special. a lot of high schoolers have daddy issues.
i don't. you could say i have a perfect family-from the outside. yeah, my family's rich, stable, and well put together, but in reality, my mom and dad ignore me. they're workaholics, always gone for business meetings. they spoil me, i get what i want when i want it. money isn't a problem. never has been. i just wish we could be more like a family, but honestly, i like the space.
my parents will tell me that we'll do something soon, but they end up blowing it off. it's not anything i'm not used to. hell, i had a babysitter until i was thirteen because they were never here.
my brother, eli, took off the moment he turned eighteen, he'd always talk about how he wanted to get out of here, start a real career, rather than living off our parent's money, so he did. leaving me alone.
when he moved i was sad, and unmotivated for a whole three months before i looked up on things. by now that's gone away, and now i basically hate everyone. it's a daily thing. i used to dream about turning eighteen and skipping town to pursue my career as a world traveler. i wouldn't mind using my parent's money for that. not the least damn bit.
i remember when i had met this girl, my freshman year. i didn't like her, but she was pretty, so i went for it. and we began dating. she was nice in the beginning, but soon she became clingy only around a month in. i was talking to one of my girl friends, and she fucking flipped out, but i didn't end it there. we went on a month longer, and i caught her kissing my best friend when i went over to her house to celebrate our two-month mark. i instantly dropped them both without hesitation, those two people would have to be the only people i hate more than carrison.
that night i came home high, and moody considering i was coming down from my high. i laid in bed all night thinking about my home life, my parent's, my brother, my past, the kiss, how i felt about carrison kissing jaeden, and carrison.
why?
a/n
this is short, but fills you in on wyatt's life.
published april 9th, 2018
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
