My literature teacher keeps saying that our character determines who we become ... it's funny because I really don't know what my future holds. For starters I already fell out with my mom, she claims we good but I can see it and literally feel it that we ain't. I think it's because of my rude behavior. She disliked how I turned out. But that's not my biggest concern right now ...the hell why I'm I even thinking about her? And why is my head hurting?
I open my eyes to the room and voila!..I almost thought I was at someplace I crashed to last night but the events are barely coming back..what did I get high on? Fucking pills...It was the red cups on the wooden table that reminded me that I was not at my place daang what the hell ...and wait ...I know that table ...oh my fucking ...
I am at Angelina's..
I stand and go to the kitchen ...I wonder how I got here and let alone slept on that stupid couch that's got my back aching..
"Hey handsome.." I hear a voice by the kitchen door as I'm pouring a glass of water. *That head has really got to stop... I'm already in agony for crying out loud*...
"Oh hey Angel..." I say back trying so hard not to look at the really revealing garment she has for a night Dress by taking a sip of the water in hand. The thing barely cover half her thighs and her hair is real messy but sexy...oh well when is she never sexy ...even bald Angelina would still be sexy ....her upper abdomen of course was a sight I wouldn't of course fail to notice I tried to see beneath the dress ..her nippl....never mind...
What really happened last night.
"So what happened last night?" I asked her trying so hard not to peek at her body which I failed terribly at. This has got to stop. She's is my best friend for fucks sakes..
"Oh. Last night ...you mean after you came over sad about some girl from..." I cut her off before she could even finish tormenting me with the memories that were now all over my face.
I remember. Grace was mad at me yesterday. I met her outside her class giggling so hard with some tall not so bad-looking guy and I couldn't help but growl at her. Later on in the day..I saw her walking up to me. She looked ..I don't know...like her...pretty ..
"Hi Evans." she managed. "oh hey Grace" I gave back making it as casual as it gets, atleast until I couldn't hold it anymore and blabbed "you done flirting all over the one guy who could take on God Zila"..
"Oh you mean the chair of the writers club Jason..yes I'm done... jealous much?" She asked that smile written all over her face. How could she ask me if I was jealous of such a guy. A guy who only had to make a few good sentences and get all the girls all over him, of course I was jealous. Dang! He was Shakespeare all over again how could I not be jealous. At the library all you had to do was ask around who understood books much and the name Jason would be mentioned. Uugh! I hate people. Especially those who acquire unnecessary attention. Now I'm insecure and the guy maybe has no interest whatsoever in my girl. But no I could not admit it. Atleast not to my girl for that matter. " Me? Jealous? Should I be?" I completely ignored answering her question, making it difficult for her to know whether I was lying or not. I have no Oscar yet but hey my acting skills shocked even I myself. "No. Infact he was telling me about that article I wrote and how he found it funny... interesting ... Adorable... remarkable.."
"Okay okay I get it ...he has all the words in the world to describe it"...I jumped In not wanting to here anymore of his words.
Relationships are weird. One minute you are at a HIGH and the next at ZZERO. Repeating the cycle all over again.
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Say No More
FantasyTrip creepy Feelings HAMJAMBO? So there's Evans..just some teenager. His boy gang comprises of Edwin- his preschool mate, Denzel his nerd friend.. And there's angelic Angelina. The perfect best friend. He's hates love and has only be...