Pretty with Attitude but Sad.

Chapter two - Our Life

I remember on my 17th birthday months ago I wished for something to happen, change. I guess I'm still waiting for it. For nothing.

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Kennedy's POV

*Headphone falls out of ear*

"You loved it that time.." *music plays loudly out of earbud*

Whatever I do it's like I cant erase unwanted thoughts out of my mind..

I need Therapy.

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It's 6pm and I feel very unhappy. I want to visit my best friend.

*puts on black tank top and jeans*

*car starts and keys touch each other and clank as gear switches from park to drive*

"Can I get one coffee and one tea"

"Alright your cost is..-" The lady in the drive thru says.

The coffee is hot and I just hope it doesn't spill since the lady overfilled it.

He likes coffee. But I hate the smell.

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"Wassup Kenny" Brent greets me into his apartment.

Brent is a 19 year old. He's 6 foot with long brown hair and green eyes and the softest lips. He makes me feel safe, and like a women. When he talks, sings, or touches me, it comforts me.

"I got you this" I give him his coffee and we sit down on his couch. His apartment is messy, like always. I stand up and start picking up his dirty laundry and clean the living room. I start the water for the dishes and I start washing.

I hear Brent put down his coffee and walk from behind me towards me.

I flinch as his warm hand touches my arm from the back. He holds my waist and pulls me closer to him. I feel his pelvis and I shiver from his touch as his hands move up from my waist to my hands.

"You don't always need to clean for me, let's do something else."

I smile and wipe my hands after washing the last dish and I walk to the living room and grab a cigarette.

*spark*

*spark*

The end starts to burn. Inhaling the smoke seems so wrong, but so right.

Brent takes out rum from his fridge and makes me a drink and himself a drink.

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2 hours pass and my head is dizzy and my vision is fuzzy. After talking to Brent drunk for the past hour I feel better.

Brent cracks jokes and I laugh.

It gets silent. Brent moves closer to me. He smells like a dad cologne and he puts his arm over my head. I relax my head to his chest and place my hand on his stomach.

We relax for 10 minutes and I stand up to take my last shot.

I go back to Brent who is stoned and drunk out of his mind.
He looks out his window and watches the rain drops fall down the window. He hums..

I take off my tank top and head to Brent. I sit on his lap and begin kissing his neck. He relaxes and I please him, and he finally reacts by carrying me to his room. He places me on the end of his bed and takes off his white shirt...

That night, all I could remember is Brents cigarette breath and pleasure I haven't felt 2 months..

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Josh's POV

*First day of football practice*

"Hut!"

I see the ball but I don't have any energy to catch it.

I try to run for it but I quickly see Cj and he pushes me and catches it.

"What's the deal bro!"

I take off my helmet and gloves.

Cj takes off his helmet and laughs. "Even this year I'm still the best." Cj does a cocky smirk.

Something in me was triggered so I push him..

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Coach scolds me and Cj

Cj has a busted lip and I have a blood mark on my cheek.

He eyes me down and coach glares at the both of us. "You guys are not BOYS anymore, so smarten up and act like men. You are team mates, not enemies, so get your act together and act like the bestest of friends."

After coach scolds us..

I take off my football gear and move my right arm in circular motions as it aches from earlier.

"shit.."

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"What's that on your cheek." Dad says in an angry tone.

I just got home and I'm having a bad day. But I think Dads got a bad day as well.

"nothing.."

*SLAP*

my face is facing the right direction and a hot feeling hits my left cheek.

"Boy don't tell me it's nothing. I told you I didn't raise no bitch to be fighting and flirting with girls in the school."

I roll my eyes and walk up the stairs.

I shower and walk down stairs to the smell of pizza.

Me and dad sit towards each other and eat in silence.

"How was your first couple days of school and whens the next school day." He breaks the silence.

.. I'm too angry to reply but..

"Good, and on Monday." I say with a lowered voice

(It's Friday and our school started Wednesday. The last few school days were all grade 12 talks we never actually started classes yet.)

"I want to see good grades and good football catches this year." Dad says as he finishes his plate and goes to his room.

I finish and walk up to my room as well.

I feel lonely so I call Nicole.

"Hi Babe, this is weird, you never call me..-"

We talk until I get tired.

I take 3 sleeping pills and shut off my lamp.

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