Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 34: Guilty As Charged

QOC: Did you like reading in Kassidy's POV? I kind of like altering views like that.

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Kason's POV
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Kill me.

"Alright, alright," Kyra says, holding a filled shot glass in her hand, ready to be downed in seconds. "Kass's turn."

Everyone quiets their laughter down, me as the exception because I don't think any of this is humorous.

At all.

"Okay. I've got one," my sister says drunkenly. I glare at her in the state she's in. There was no point in doing this. I thought she was supposed to have like a one thousand point two GPA or something. "This really short dude waved at me in the movie theatre today, and I immediately thought of calling it a microwave. You know, since he's so tiny and microscopic." She busts out into a fit of unattractive snorts and cackling, her drunk boyfriend and friend following suit.

I roll my eyes as everyone takes a shot, having lost because they laughed.

I still haven't drank my first shot that's currently still stuck in my hand.

Kyra had told me that they were playing this drinking game earlier, around an hour ago. She tried to "demand me" to come and join them, but I didn't really want to. I've been occupied with this writing project I'm working on. It's not for school though. It's for Sam.

Yet I still came down, as soon as she told me Sam was playing.

Everyone thinks I'm this giant asshole, which, for the most part, I am. Guilty as charged on that. But I care about my grades and how I do in school. I'm not reckless about the important shit. How else am I going to escape the clutches of my father if I can't make money? And how do you make money? Ding ding ding. You get a job. And rarely do people with solely a high school education score the riches of our economy. Sometimes it works out, but not always.

I've worked my ass off throughout high school in order to get a scholarship to this college in Illinois. Northwestern University. It's got another campus located in Chicago too, where I plan to intern at a local publication.

I don't want my family to pay for it. It'd be my sperm donor's dirty blood or fight money. I want to work for this. It needs to be something I earn on my own.

My eyes find their way towards Sam. I haven't told her about my goal yet. I don't know if I even will. I don't want to hurt her. She's not going to be able to experience college. I'd be a total dickwipe if I told her I planned on nailing a scholarship. It would feel like I would be rubbing it in her face.

But do I have an obligation to tell her? I finally told her that I loved her yesterday. And she told me she reciprocated those feelings. Or, I guess it was vice versa, but in my defense, I loved her first.

I don't know what I'll do. Tell her or not, I hope to God that her feelings for me never change.

"Dude, your turn." Cameron taps my shoulder. I snap out of my thoughts and face him with an annoyed glare.

I roll my eyes and sigh with a shrug. "Um, I don't know. Something funny..." I think and then snap my fingers sarcastically. "Your existence is a pretty big joke. Now that's funny."