The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

chapter 27 *unedited*

That night seems so long ago, but I know itsonly been a week. We text a lot now,  he just seems too goodfor this world and I can't seem to tell myself otherwise. Most peoplewould think I'm insane for complaining about something so mediocre,but, too much of a good thing usually turns out to be a bad thing.Right? I'll try to keep you guys updated on the details.

Pressing *post* I watched as the blurb wordsswished off the screen. I don't get why I write these, it's notlike anyone reads them anyway... running a hand through the roots ofmy hair, I sigh. A low and annoyed groan pleading from my lips.Scrunching open my eyes, I stare at the fireplace in my room, abizarre chill running up my back. Pushing myself up, I notice howheavy I feel.

"Why am I so fucking fat!" I scream, annoyedat myself over something I control.

"I don't know, I think we're all secretlyf... on the inside..." quickly my eyes jerk to the right as i takenote of the tall blond currently lounging on my bed.

"well it's not fair. Croc of shit I tell you!"

Folding my arms I flop on to the couch,silently watching the girl play on her phone. Maybe she's texting?I watch as she turns towards me, her palms supporting her head andher hair perfectly framing her face.

"well if you feel so f... just take anotherskinny pill." She stated very matter of factly.

"well I guess you're not wrong there... Oh!I've been meaning to ask, do you wanna hang with some of my friendsand I later tonight?"

Getting up I walk into the bathroom. Avoidingeye contact with the mirror, I dig in the drawer for the orangebottle. Finding it, I quickly swallow down the pill raw. I don'tneed any extra fluids.

"well me and jake are supposed to go on adate tonight... what are you guys doing?" quietly cringing at herpoor use of grammar I flopped back onto the olive green couch.

"we like to go clubbing n' stuff, and highkey, I think you'd get along great with amanda and Jeffrey."

"well, maybe I can convince Jake to rescheduleto an earlier time..."

she swished her lips to the side as sheswitched her gaze back down to her phone. Instantly her acrylic nailsclicking loudly across the screen. Then with a know-it-all, closedmouth smile, she tossed her phone to the side.

"Looks like we're all set, so what's thisoh so magical club like?" her large eyes studying me.

"Well for starters they don't really card,well not usually. But if they do we have means around it." I may,or may have not bullshitted that last part. But she doesn't need toknow that... "This place is awesome, dead ass, it's like a Jakeparty but on steroids... and lots of coke... but yah' know, it belike that."

Glancing to up to the corner of the window; Iwonder if my use of 'hip' words is actually correct. Wait? Whoactually knows the proper formatting of these words anyways?

"wait... have you done coke?" she askedinquisitively. I only shot her a wink.

"I can't give away all my trade secrets,now can I?" I can't quite remember if have or have not. But I'mpretty sure I have...

Keeping a sly grin, I pushed the thought asideas my phone rang out a little chirp. Neon glancing down at thephone I watched as the 'whats up' text highlighted my phone.

"Who you talking to, cause you sure as helldon't smile at me like that!" I jerked my head back up to theteenager, or at least I think she's a teenager.