Barely Legal

Fiche Cúig - Dr Seuss

Theas pov

I'm such a fucking dope. Oh my god, why did I have to be born such a dumbass?

After my stupid 'confession' I stayed out in my room. I could hear the voices from downstairs, but I couldn't hear what they were saying because I was too busy calling myself a dumbass.

Dumbass.

Finally after getting cabin fever, I decided to leave the room. But I didn't want to have to go down the stairs, see everyone shut up as it got really awkward. I didn't want any of that pity bullshit or apologies or whatever.

So I hopped out the window.

Not my finest idea, I must admit, having fallen and more then likely bruised a few ribs and broke my collar bone that had never been set right, ever since I was thirteen.

I slipped past the windows, keeping low so I wasn't caught.

I had finally made it to the lawn and sighed in relief until the front door opened.

My mind went into auto pilot as I jumped into some thorn bushes beside the gate.

Again, not one of my finest ideas.

But it hid me well, even though I was biting my lip from all the thorns currently stuck in my uncovered legs and arms.

But when I finally recognised the mystery guest, walking by me, I didn't care about the thorns, my collar bone or even my now bleeding lip.

But only on the asshole that walked out, looking like he went at it four times. And not just with his right hand.

If I was annoyed before at myself for my stupid confession, then I was livid now for Kayleigh.

I should've never trusted her.

Dumbass.

After his car pulled away with him grinning and a little cum stain on his jeans, I hopped out from the bush and made my way downtown, walking fast, many faces passed but I had no fucking clue where I was going.

The sun was soon to set and the sky was full of oranges, reds, yellows and pinks.

I guess the Shepard's are happy

My legs were now soar from the fall, thorns and walking so I decided to head into a cafe.

Of course, being in a Galway jersey an a pair of cotton shorts, I had no money on me. And of course, the odd fluffy socks held no coins either.

So I decided to use a trick I did for years back home. And if it worked there then it'll work here, because Irish are more laid back.

I ordered drinking chocolate and a cookie because lord only knows the only tea I drink is Lyons.

I sat in the couch seats, watching as people read books from across the room. The shop was half a cafe and half a book shop.

While waiting for the hot chocolate I picked up a children's book i recognises.

I sat back down on the couch and waited for the stuff to come before reading.

After taking a sip of the hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, I sat back into the couch and tried to relax before opening the book.

When I first saw the cover, I didn't know the book but something about it rang a bell from somewhere inside me.

Event when I read the blurb, I still didn't recognise it but I knew what this meant.