Late night (GirlXGirl)

Chapter 2: Home Wrecker

As class dragged on and one, Charity passed me all kinds of notes. Random ones of obvious things and some jokes that where funny, when she explained them to me. Then the bell rang for second hour and I groaned standing up with my bag.

"So where are you heading now? I have study hall," she said with a smile.

"Open hour, I'm heading home until fourth hour," I reply with a very proud smirk.

"You bitch! Your so lucky, I have study hall then intermediate for two who hours!" She whines at me and I smile at how cute she is.

"Whats intermediate?"

"A class for troubled teens who fail school. Been going since middle school so I'm used to it, all I do is sit there while everyone is quiet for fifty minutes" Charity said in a over dramatic voice with a roll of her beautiful blue gaze.

"Sucks for you, hun" I say and smirk at her, earning myself a punch in the arm which i faked that it hurt. "Ow, mean much?" Charity smiled quite happy with herself before she walked out with me behind her. She waved good bye to me and I headed downstairs to get to the car waiting outside for me. It was strange, when she and I seperated I felt sort of empty. Maybe cause she was my only real friend that wasnt a druggie (Kind of) and was my age. As I was contemplating my thoughts Jessie had walked up to me and had his arms around me.

"Hey there youngin', how is my night owl?" he asked in hsi famliar voice and I smile at it, Charity slipping my mind for now.

"I'm fine, I made a new friend today....I think" I say looking up at him, those green eyes of his just mezmerizing.

"A friend?" He said, obviously not believing me. "As in someone who is actually your age?" I nod happily and he gives me an extra squeeze before opening my door for me. I give him a mock curtsie before sitting in his nice silver car, him driving me to his house of course since my parents couldnt possibly give the slightest shit about me. We drove in silence, the radio humming a song that I didnt know nor did I realyl care. Jessie was into weird ass music so, I'd rather not listen to someone screaming or a very sappy and sad love song.

"So how's your whore?" I ask, deciding to bring up his little visitor I'd met yesterday.

"Oh, Claire, dear god," He said overly dramaticly and I smirk, maybe it didnt go as well as I though it would have.

"That bad?" I ask, pretendin to actually care though I was smiling brightly.

"Shut up, and yes it was horrible," Jessie said grumily, I'ma guess that he had to fire her after that. Thats when I laugh oh so hard as we drive to his house until sixth hour.

"So hows your new friend?" He asked me once school was over, Charity was over by the tree waiting for someone obviously. I shrug nonchantly but I was all giddy on the inside, I was invited to my first sleep over since elementary school. I had to go home and pack then apperantly Charity was to come and find me in park square. A place I knew very well, a place where I lost so many personal things to a guy before he dumped me for a whore.

Jessie drove me to my house, a place I absolutely hated with a passion. Home was a place where my parents where, a place where I'd happily kill the people inside it. My mother was a judgemental bitch, father was barely around and my older sister was busy with college and her new boyfriend every week. I sigh and walk through the wooden doors, I lived in a posh upper class house, very different from the houses I prefered to live in. I head up the spiral stair case to my room where I'm met with a surprise, a person I havent seen since fifth grade.

"Mother, what are you doing up here?" I ask carefully, keeping my voice flat and sweet. The women before me had long brown hair that was scraped back into a pony tail and eyes that matched mine stared blankly at something in her hand. I look over her shoulder to see she found my stash! "What do you think your doing with that?!"

I snatch it from her and glare at her, "You shouldnt be going through my room!" I snap at her when she looks at me blankly, though I see the sparks of relization in her gaze.

"Remilekun, why do you hav drugs in your room?" She asked me in that steel voice I was so used to that it was almost familiar.

"Oh so now you want to know about my life?" I seeth glaring at her, shoving my stash back into my desk drawer. "I've had these for a very long time, Mother," Mother looks at me then sighs, walking out of my room in silence.

Why was she in my room!? What did she want!? I think then shake my head, dont be stupid. Mother has never cared for my once in life, she only cared when she was forced to. Like when I was a baby or in elementary school. But once middle school came along, it all went out the window with the rest of them. I growl and gather my stuff in a bag before heading for the door.

"Remilekun," I hear a deep voice say that I've also never heard before in my life. I turn to see my Father standing with Mother, and I place a hand on my hip.

"Yes, Father," I reply with an icy chill that I see makes them flinch.

"Where are you going?"

"Out," I turn to the door when he grabs my hand roughly, pulling my back.

"How long have you been addicted," He demands and I grimace.

"Since sixth grade," I say coldly, "And you know what else? I lost my virginity at the age of twelve, I've been sleeping with men and women for money and I do alot more than just weed. Anything else? Didnt think so" I rip my grip out of his grip and leave the house for central park.