Teenage Dirtbag (magcon)

Trouble

Carson's POV

I looked in the mirror one last time.

"Why am I doing this?" I said aloud to myself.

"Because you love me?" I heard and turned to see Matt.

"This is a bad idea Matt. why can't you just go to college and be normal?" I asked with pure sadness.

"Because that's not who I am." Matt said.

"Oh right. You're a pothead who has a pothead friend group that always fights with a different pothead group. its ridiculous." I snapped.

"Last I checked, they're your friends too." Matt sneered.

"No. Hayes and Shawn are my friends. Who are only associated with you guys because Shawn's older sister and Hayes' brother." I defended (SHAWN AND MAHOGANY ARE SIBLINGS IN THIS)

"What about Taylor huh? Remember the big crush you had on him?" Matt fought back.

"Yeah. I do remember. and guess what? I have no feeling for him anymore."

"Sure. Get in the car." Matt ordered.

Who does he think he is?

"No." I simply stated.

"Get. In. The. Fucking. Car." Matt said between clenched teeth.

I shook my head

"Fine I'll tell Hayes that you fucked Cam."

I stared at him.

"That was last year." I stated.

"I don't care. We need you." Matt said.

"Are you black mailing me?" I yelled.

"Matt, go." I heard Taylor say.

Matt shrugged as he turned to walk out.

"Don't do it for him, do it for the rest of us." Taylor said.

I nodded and walked to Taylors car.

We drove in silence and I could see the boys tailing us.

"You fucked Cameron?" he asked.

"You heard?" I muttered.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure everyone heard. You're lucky Hayes and Shawn weren't home." Taylor snapped.

"Whatever Taylor." I barked back.

The rest of the ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence that was gnawing at me.

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We pulled into the club parking lot and I saw Brian's car

"Tay look." I said as I pointed to the car.

He picked up a phone and dialed his 4th speed dial.

"Matt. Yeah. He's here. I see his car. Alright. I will. Bye." He said.

"Matt said be careful." Taylor said.

"Cool for him." I snapped.

I was so pissed at him.

As we walked in the club, I spotted a familiar group of boys.

"Sam! Trev! JC! Kian!" I yelled running over to hug my friends.

Sam, Kian and Trevor were in my grade, JC was in 11th grade.

There was Connor and Ricky too but they graduated last year.