Casey quickened her pace. I tried grabbing her arm but she yanked it away.
"Get away from me." Her voice wasn't shaken at all. I expected her to be crying my she wasn't, she was just furious.
"Casey, it's not what you think." I glared back at Jonathon, who was still half drunk stumbling along the pavement.
"'Is that the girl you bummed last night?' Huh, so you just wanted another fuck buddy?"
I jogged in front of her and put both my hands on shoulders. "Casey, I-"
She slapped them away and reached her door. "Don't," She opened her front door, "I knew you were like all the others." and she slammed it in my face, leaving no time for me to speak to her anymore.
I'm like all the others... That stung. I rolled my eyes and slapped my hands against my thighs. I turned to Jonathon. "Nice one, Jon."
"Waaiitt a minute..." He pointed at Casey's house with his index finger. "Was that Casey?" He chuckled and came over to me slapping me on the shoulder. "Nice one man!"
I shoved his hand away and started walking. "Jonathon, I like you, but that wasn't cool." I could hear Jonathon stumbling around behind me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. Once again he had fallen over onto the pavement and was staring senselessly at the sky. "Right," I walked towards him and picked him up. "Let's go."
"Where are we going, Hugooo? Hick!" Still drunk.
It took me at least 15 minutes to find his car. By the time we found it tucked away in some alleyway, it was already, what? 8am? I don't know. I found the keys in Jonathon's front pocket and started the car.
With Jonathon fast asleep in the front seat and the sun rising calmly, I had a lot to think about. You're just like all the others... I couldn't stop thinking about what Casey said to me before she slammed the door in my face. How was I supposed to know what I did last night? No one remembers what they do on an evening like that. I could've had sex with five or six girls and not know about it in the morning... I stopped thinking and groaned. I sound just like them. Casey's right, I'm just a low life who thinks he's everything because he came from England. Why can't I have the strength and tell her the truth and apologise?
"Hugo! What the fuck are you-"
I clicked out of my deep thoughts and saw the lorry charging towards us. Last thing I remember was Jonathon pulling the wheel towards him, and then... Black.
***
Shit happens :)
I like this guy and he likes me back woop
YOU ARE READING
Mama's Boy
Teen FictionHugo Briteman moves away from his private school in the UK to a state school in Brooklyn and is staying with Lena Davidson. All the girls immediately fall in love with his looks and charming smile - except for Casey Newport, and it's driving Hugo cr...
