Forbidden

Brand New

"Be safe out there. Remember, you just got out of rehab. No sex. No lying or stealing OR cheating. And most of all, no drugs!", my mother pesters me as walk out of the car and enter the school.

As if I haven't heard those words before.

I'm the worst person to mess with. And I'll admit at times I can get a little physco, but it's all because of the little bitches around me. They can't seem to shut there damn mouths. But hey, I'd like to see things from their point of view. But I'm afraid I can't get my head that far up my ass.

Here I am, back to my "great" life after one fucked up summer in rehab. I've been clean for weeks now, trying to get better for my mom, and only for my mom.

"Gabrielle, I don't want to hear from your teachers that you were doing drugs or having sex with some guy, do you understand me young lady?", she sternly points a finger at me and looks me right in the eye. She's been all uptight, ever since she met that jounalist.

"Hey honey, can you help me get Gabrielle's bags?"

And there the pussy is! Great.

"Hey honey, can you help me get Gabrielle's bags?", I muttered, mocking him and hoping he heard me.

His name is Jonathan, but I like to call him "Joe" just to see that purple vein of his pop from the side of his already red face. And he can't stand me already so it's even more amusing.

"Sure, just let me get her settled in." She calls to him.

How can she stand someone so weak on so many levels? I mean come on! He's such a dick!

My mom is the only person that I care about in this damned world. After my dad left us, she was the one who took care of me. She worked her ass off to support us, but she thought she wasn't doing enough. She started drinking to try and push her worries aside. And after a while, I was picking up her same exact habit.

I grew up in the ghetto side of Philly. My mom and I lived in the projects for a while. We moved down to Rhode Island, which I still don't understand, after my mom saved up enough money.

When I was 14, I started drinking and doing drugs. I sold dope, fucked with random guys and girls. And that's when another problem arose, I found out that I was a sex addict. I didn't understand anything. I still don't understand shit.

The only thing I'm really worried about at the moment is who I'll be rooming with. I don't want to end up with some snotty ass fucker, who is annoying as hell. Let's just hope she has a good tongue.

As I walk in, I hear someone call my name. I know exactly who the bitch is, and I start running. My mom is confused, but soon realizes why I'm running.

"Gabrielle!" The bitch yells.

Oh shit

"Wait, I'm sorry for what happened."

"I don't give two fucks. Go to hell!", I yell at him.

It's the big king pin himself. In case you were wondering, his name is Jordi.

You see, he set me up. He lied about me selling fake dope. Next thing you know, all I see is red, white, and blue. Then next thing I know, I'm at the police station. He betrayed me, and I could never forgive him.

Immediately, all eyes are on me and this dumbass grabs my wrist, but I push him off of me.

"I'm sorry okay. I shouldn't have left you in the dust like that." He murmurs.

"You're god damn right. So leave me the fuck alone."

This bitch is the reason why I had to go through community service. It was either that or I would go to jail. I chose jail, but mom said she wasn't having that.

Rehab: Three months of laxatives. Three months of shots and people telling me what to do. Every time I turned around, there was someone behind me, trying to help me get better. I didn't want anyone's help. No one. Not even own mother.

Immediately, people start staring at us, and there is one face that catches my eye in particular. She's short, green eyed, and sexy as hell. Her breasts are desperately trying to burst out of her button-down blouse.

I stare at her, until our eyes meet and I turn my head to the nuisance in front of me.

"Just leave me the fuck alone or I swear to God I will..."

He blatantly disrupts me by smashing his mouth into mine.