The Side Effects of Being Played (2nd Draft)

One

I pulled the skinny blonde girl closer to me and pressed my back against the wall. The girl was a friend of Aubrey's. Not a very good one though. She had been after me since Aubrey and I had gotten together. She admitted to having a crush on me for a while.

"I don't know how she had never noticed you before. I always thought you were so cute and sweet." She had smiled shyly and blushed.

I thought it was pretty cute- hence why we are currently in a bedroom- but I knew she hadn't noticed me either until Aubrey did.

No one did.

I only wish I could remember what this girls name was.

I think it might've been Janice. Jackie? Janet? Yeah I think that was it.

I played with the hem of blondie's shirt and slowly began pulling it upwards. Her small frame was warm and smooth. She giggle, unbuttoning my shorts.

*

I opened the front door to my house and quietly stepped inside. It was early in the morning. By early, I meant it was around 2 in the morning. I had to be quiet in order to not wake my parents. They'd rip my soul out if they heard me come in this early... or late? Whatever., I thought. I quickly snuck up the stairs and into my room.

As soon as I fell onto my bed and rested my face in my pillow, I felt a sense of relief. That almost seemed too easy. I didn't wake anyone from the point of leaving Janice's house to the point of entering my room. Part of me hated what I'd become. Here I am playing around with girls, most connected to Aubrey. It shouldn't have to be this way. But at least I get some good lays out of it. Jessica tonight was a pretty good one. Or was it Jannie? Ah, forget it.

After what felt like hours of trying to clear my thoughts, I finally began to drift off. I know I'm slowly going off the deep end, but I can't seem to stop myself. This lifestyle was addicting. It felt good to shut your emotions off for however long you'd like.

I wanted it to stay that way. I felt safer that way.

*

I woke in a panic when I heard my bedroom door open with a bang. "Liam, wake the hell up!"

I looked up to find my dad standing in the doorway. He stared at me with rage in his eyes. He was angry. I internally rolled my eyes and looked at my phone. It was only eight o'clock in the morning. You can't be serious., I groaned. I planted my face back into my pillow in annoyance.

"You and I need to have a little talk."

"Later." I grumbled into the pillow feeling exhausted. Next thing I know, my beloved was ripped from underneath me.

"No. We're going to talk now! Get up." I sighed rudely before sitting up and glared at him.

"I got your report card yesterday. Four F's, Liam? What happened? You used to be a straight A student. What's this I hear about you skipping your classes?! What is going on?" He questioned.

"Nothing! I just don't give a shit anymore." I simply answered falling back onto my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Honestly, I was getting caught up in this new social status of mine. I was always out at parties and getting laid. I did care about my grades and had meant to be fixing them but, it must've slipped my mind.

Guess I didn't really care that much after all.

"You don't give a shit?" My dad scoffed, "Well let's see how much of a shit you give now that you're grounded."

With that he snatched my phone from my bedside table, then headed for my laptop.

What the hell? This is bullshit.