Typical Thursday. It was quiet at home because my dad was at the station and I was alone. It was summer break and it was very hot for a night in Forks. It rarely happened . That's why me and my best friend Alice went to the beach earlier.
Speaking of the devil.
-there's a party 2morrow nite at Jacob's house. We are going.
A.
She was bossy like that.
I didn't know if I was in a mood for a party . These past few days were awful. Why? Let's just say someone got under my skin and spread stupid rumours about a previous crush of mine. I wrote to James to clear things up a month ago. He was all nice about it considering how we left things.
Last year when I switched schools I wanted to keep in touch and maybe try to be friends. The thing was , he didn't. So he said to a friend of mine that I should leave him alone – no text, calls or anything. I never even had his number,the nerve he had. I was obviously humiliated and mad. No explanation, no anything. He was my first crush, I was so hung up on him. The worst part was not knowing why he did it. But time passed and I stopped wanting to know the answer. I just moved on.
But last week it all made sense when I found out two skanks were trying to mess with his head by talking shit. I just got so angry and decided to message him on facebook.
What a stupid thing to do. He was being all nice and sweet, wanting to talk. I was still worked up and ended the conversation quickly.
The next day I started to regret my decision and wanted to give him a chance. I remembered some of our memories, his sense of humor, his looks… If the girls at my previous school weren't gossip so much maybe we could've been together now.
So when I got a message from him, I thought it was destiny. It gave me butterflies just to write to him and know what he has been up to. The old feelings started showing up. I started smiling when I got a message, checking my inbox non-stop, rethinking what I should write. These kind of things.
Until last week when he started being a jerk again. Just like I remembered from before. Witty comments, riddles in the messaged that were mostly offensive. I was so disappointed that I fell for his crap again. He just had that effect on me, easily getting under my skin.
So I wanted to depress in my bedroom with ice cream and pretend I didn't make a fool out of myself for the hundredth time with the same guy. Why would a party change my mood? What could possibly happen that would change how naïve I was? Being surrounded by drunk teens that want to grope each other in front of everyone would totally make me forget about my recent rejection, yeah right.
Just when I was about to text Alice to cancel on our plans, I scrolled down my timeline and saw a picture of James's stupid . Fuck it.I'm done feeling sorry for myself.
It's time to party.