Casey
'Casey your drunk.' Joey helps me into his car. 'whaaat I'm tipsy. not drunk.' he gets In chuckling 'no you're drunk.' 'I know what I'm saying still..'
he starts to drive and we stop at a diner nearby. He orders me a few waters to help sober up. Charles tagged along as well. After a while I held my head and looked at them both 'Thanks.'
'No problem'
I smile and look at Charles 'joey almost had sex with me earlier.' Joey goes pink 'you're still drunk..' I laugh 'no I'm not..' Charles looks at us both 'why didn't you then?'
'she's difficult.'
'if you ignored me I would've done it..'
His mouth drops and me and Charles laughs. 'I'm kidding. I would never.' Joey goes over to pay the bill so me and char talk. 'Anything else I should know...?' I shrug 'we made out..'
'You gave him your first kiss..' I scrunch my nose at is statement 'that was not my first kiss.' I roll my eyes. he chuckles 'prove it.'
I reach over the booth quickly and give him a quick but long kiss. 'I believe you.' We laugh and head out to the car. soon we dropped off Charles and were in joeys bedroom again. I ramble through his drawers and put on one of his shirts.
'night, loser.' I say making him chuckle while he passes out on the floor. I do the same in his bed until morning. I feel his hands pat my back and I roll over to face him.
'Good morning sleepy head.' He smiles. 'what time is it?' I say quietly looking at him. 'time for school..' I get up and rub my eyes.
'Sophia can give you something to wear' I nod and knock on her door. She lets me pick out an outfit and I get dressed forgetting joey was in the room. I pick a pillow and throw it at him. 'Look away!'
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Joey
'there goes twenty two votes chad says in a low tone. 'Incase Casey doesn't work out, I still gotta work.' I say watching the girl passing me by.
'Thought you were sure you'd get into her pants.' Mark chuckles. 'we made out the other day and I couldn't move higher or lower than her waist.' I roll my eyes. 'that's tuff.' Chad laughs.
'catch up with you guys later, imma go get those votes.' I walk toward the girl and lean in on her locker. 'hey' I grin. she looks at me already smirking 'hey'
I across the hall I seen Charles and Casey. she was giggling at something stupid he said. the bell rang and he put his arm around her and walked her to her 5th class.
I punch the a locker forgetting all about the girl beside me and see chad. I rush over to him 'that son of a bitch is making moves on her.'
'who, Charles?' I nod and chad rolls his eyes 'she's not yours. She's a walking 200 votes and this is anyone's game.' I look at him 'do you not understand?'
'Do you not understand? This is a book for votes. Not time for you to catch feelings.' I shake my head and start to walk away 'i don't like the damn girl okay.' He yells from across the hall 'then remember to not hate the player, hate the game.'
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Casey
joeys been ignoring me all day. Not answering Any of my texts. I get snatched to the corner by my older twin who was furious.
'where were you last night.' 'I—I was at Loren's..' I lie. he reads my face 'you're lying. I don't care where you were honestly, but I had to cover for your ass big time' he pokes at me. I slap his hand away from my arm 'alright. I'll tell you next time.'
I walk away and sit at our lunch table. joey purposely wouldn't look my way at all. suddenly Loren started prom conversation. 'me and the girls are going prom dress shopping, any guys tagging along?'
'me and mark are going.' Hunter says. most of the guys agree to going except joey, chad, Charles and Brandon.
'do you have a date?' Lexi looks at joey. he shakes his head and Loren looks to me, then joey. 'I thought you would've asked Casey by now.'
He still avoids making contact with me and speaks in an ice cold tone 'ask Charles if he's asking her. she seems to like him more after all.'
I look at him closely 'why won't you look at me.' He ignored me. 'I texted you..' I go on. 'Well I guess I deleted your number or something? it's hard to keep up with unsaved numbers.' everyone at the table stares slowly trailing out of theyre own conversation.
'you asshole.' I grab my things and walk away.
