it's been a month or two since alejandro and i have been "together." i meant it when i said i wanted to take things slow. so far he hasn't fucked up once, like can we get a w in the chat? mattia and i haven't spoken since the beach incident. he's bouncing from girl to girl and honestly i could care less.
okay. i kind of care, but i mean i've accepted the fact that i'm just gonna have to watch him make out with different girls that aren't me. i don't know why i feel like this. why now that alejandro and i are in a good place do feelings for mattia have to surface?
"blue or black dress?" selena spoke. "i mean i want to say black because all i wear is black, but honestly that blue dress is fuckin' pretty." "okay black it is!" selena yelled as she took off her clothes to change. "wait what? so why'd you ask for my opinion!"
"mel i mean this is the nicest way possible, but everything you say i just do the opposite, kay?" "that makes no sense bitch." i responded, slipping on my black mini skirt. it's the first party of the summer and i'm trying to get fucked up. the amount of boy drama i've had this whole year can be a whole movie.
as selena drove us to cassie's house, i couldn't stop thinking of that bitc- i mean olivia on top of mattia. like how dare she! after i let her eat half of my chocolate bar she does me like this? man bitches ain't shit. when we arrived my favorite smell weed hit me in the face. "here." selena said as she passed me one of our blunts. "finally some peace." i spoke as i took several hits.
i would be lying if i told you i wasn't fucked up. everything's spinning and my eyelids feel so heavy. man i wish i had some fruit loops right about now. "yo where's the bathroom at?!" i yelled at no one in particular. "the second door on the left!" someone yelled back. i opened the door to find, mattia. he was raking his hand through his fluffy hair as he saw me through the mirror staring at him.
"you ever heard of knocking?" he turned around, frowning down at me. i ran up to him and grabbed his face, kissing his plump lips, i tasted the alcohol, the weed, him. luckily for me he pushed me away. "mel wtf? you're with my best friend, like yeah i know i'm a hoe, but i ain't a home wrecker." and with that he walked out the bathroom.
"what the hell did i just do?"
i was taking shot after shot, i was a fuckin' mess. how dare he? all these months he begged and begged! and now that i finally felt the same he's not a home wrecker? i could punch him. where the fuck is alejandro anyways? he said he was supposed to be here.
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