Mini Foley- Back- book2

1. Angie

Hi. I'm Angie. And this is my life. Well, part of it anyways.
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Finally, release day. I'd been waiting for this since the moment I got here. Where am I? Juvenile detention, that's where. After what Tyler almost did last spring, I spiralled. And it cost me two months of my life. I got caught with weed and a few other things at school....and now I'm here.
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(Flashback)

"Fuck! Monty!" I shouted as he thrusted in and out of me. We both rode out our highs and chased our breaths. I still sat on his lap with him inside me for a minute. "Shit, fuck! You're so good babygirl." Monty chuckled, pulling out of me. I let out a breathless laugh and got off of him, throwing his pants at him and pulling on my own underwear.

I put my hair up in a messy bun and slid on one of Montys large shirts that came up to my thighs. I yawned and sighed, smiling at him. "Thank you baby." I said, kissing his cheek. He smiled and kissed me back, holding my chin.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" Monty asked me as I sat on his bed. "Talk about what?" I replied, shrugging. He rolled his eyes "Talk about why you ran out at the dance, about why you've been so distant lately. Talk about what's wrong." He explained.

"You're bringing this up now?" I questioned with a slight laugh. He groaned and I sat on his lap, sighing at him. I played with the back of his hair and kissed him. "Yes, now answer my question." He replied.

I looked around his room, not able to answer his questions. "I'm fine, I'm sorry I ran out. You know I care about Clay a lot, he just needed my help with something." I said, stuttering. It was obvious he wasn't buying it. But he just let me lie to him. "Anyways, I'm hungry, you wanna go eat or something?" I asked and he nodded. I sat up from his lap, allowing him to stretch and get up too.
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(Present)
I sat in Monets with my drink at my side, waiting for Clay and Justin. We'd not been in contact as much anymore but we needed to discuss Tylers babysitting program. After what he did, we all needed to be cautious and careful with him. I scrolled through my phone, remembering my conversation with Tyler last week.

(Flashback again)

I was staring at Tyler from across the room as he sat reading. Jess had begged me to take him out because she found him creepy. I walked over to him with a smile. "Hey Tyler, Jess is super busy so let's just go get coffee or something." I said, looking down. He looked up and smiled.

"Sure Angie ." He replied, putting his book in his bag and following me out the door. "So, how've you been lately?" I asked as we walked down the street. "Um I've been good, you don't have to worry as much about me." He quietly answered. I nodded. "Well, that's good. But you know I'll always be here for you and I'm sorry I haven't always been so nice. We used to be so close....I guess what I'm saying is that I'm your friend again and if you need me I'm just a call or text away." I told him, making him smile.
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(present)
"Angie? Angie? Are you listening?" Clay asked and i jumped. I nodded and looked down at the piece of paper he'd handed me. "Yeah, I'll be with Tyler during period 4 and 5 on Thursday and Friday. Got it." I said, clearing my throat.

"Why are we even protecting him? He literally tried to-" Zach began. "Zach, stop it. He's just like the rest of us, hurting. If you did something bad, we'd all cover for you and you know it so shut up okay." I snapped, annoyed by his constant questions about Tyler. Zach glared and me and I glared back.

"Okay then, it's all settled. As long as Angie actually comes into school." Justin commented, glancing my way. "I'm trying." I mumbled, taking a sip of my drink. I really was putting the effort in, I just found it hard sometimes. Okay all the time. But I had my reasons.

My mom had left town, leaving me on my own and there's no way I'd stay with Seth. I walked out and dow the street, turning a corner on the end. I looked up. 'Macey's Motel&Bar'. I walked into my room and sat down on the bed. I took a deep breath and put my bag on the floor.

My stomach rumbled and i groaned, grabbing a joint from the table. In my room I had my bed, a toilet and a microwave. It's a lot more than most motels and this one was much cleaner. I really got lucky. There was a knock at the door and i sighed, walking over and opening the door.

"I need my fucking money." I looked up to see Seth at the door. He'd been giving me the weed...and whatever else. I'd been behind on my payments too as I couldn't hold down a job. "Hi Seth, how are you?" I greeted sarcastically, moving to let him in. "I'd be great if you'd give me my fucking money." He repeated.

I sighed, looking around my room. He walked in slowly and as I bent down to look in the bedside draws i heard a click then felt something solid against my head. "I'll find you some money, Seth. A gun is so unnecessary." I told him and he backed off a bit. I pulled opend the draw, handing him some money.

"Don't ever be late again or I'll fucking kill you, you little shit." He said before walking out the room. I shut the door immediately behind him and fell to my knees. School was starting tomorrow. No time to cry.