Things happen for a reason right? Well fuck that statement. Things happen to kick me in the ass and say you're not good enough. I'm not good enough to pass my classes. I'm not good enough to do something with my life. I'm not good enough to quit my habits. I'm not good enough …for her.
I've decided I don't give a shit anymore, I'm going to coast through life on Daddy's trust and wait till I hit rock bottom before finishing the job everyone's so called God can't speed up on his own. Fucking douche, screw him. If people want to worship his crazy cloud talking to ass then fine, but don't try and make me do it.
People probably have the guy all wrong, oh he's a saint. He's probably looking at all those people thinking how fucking stupid they are. Like, bitch I'll cut you if you touch my gates. Or looking at the hot Latina thinking by hitting confession she's good in my book.
Bible didn't say tell me all about fucking your non-best-friend's brother in the backseat of your car then kicking him out saying it wasn't that great. Whatever, she's hot …I'll let you in my gates if you do to me what you did to him. Yeah I was watching. Damn he's a perv.
What the hell is that ringing? Bells …fuck bells. Bells from school. I hate school, but what else is new. I'm not passing my classes, I have no talents, I'm on all kinds of drugs and I think I'm drunk, and according to everyone else I can never keep a girlfriend …I've been in a relationship longer than most of them.
All most of them want to do is change me …obviously it's been working out oh so god damn well. I lay down on a table in the quad …courtyard …thing …whatever it's called. The cheerleaders looked at me, some sympathetic, some disgusted, and some kind of turned on. I was hot, is that a talent? It should be.
My best friend dates a cheerleader. She's cheating on him though…and the best part? He knows. He's been cheating on her too though.
A body just blocked my sun. "Hey Ash."
I kind of laughed quietly to myself. "You sound like I'm dying on my hospital bed."
The body just looked at me and my smile dropped. "Don't lecture me right now."
He sighed and pulled me to sit up. "What is wrong with you? Ashley look at me" I could barely keep my eyes open. They were really heavy, muscle boy here must have tied his weights to them, jackass. "Are you using again?" Seriously what kind of question was that? I used in front of him the other day …was that my muscled up best buddy? I'm pretty sure it was. "You're drunk too. I can smell the alcohol." He really is smart.
"You really are smart Aiden. I don't care what everybody says, you're a smart little boy." All I could do was smile at him. Until a sharp pain him my face and my eyes opened to see a girl not wearing much clothing.
"You didn't call me." She was angry, I could tell. Her rack looked nice though, I could also tell that. Facts. I know facts. She was angry. She had a nice rack. She had a nice ass. I'm sure somewhere she had a nice personality, if it was forced. It's ok though, she makes up for it in looks.
I was confused, so I said what I'd say to my non-existent mother if she cared enough to see me. "Your forehead has wrinkles, think about more botox."
She smiled. I was off the hook. Her smile dropped and I cursed like a sailor in my head, it wasn't a happy smile that just left her face. She was going to slap me again. Pain. There it was, she did it again. "I don't like it rough. I usually only say that in the heat of the moment. So can we stop with the hitting?" I could feel myself sobering up as I spoke.
"We never had sex, and we're over." I was so confused.
"We ...weren't …dating." I have a girlfriend …and that's definitely not her. My girlfriend is beautiful and amazing …and she doesn't slap me. Plus, I refuse to ask out anyone who isn't the love of my life. Who coincidently is watching this fight right now. Aiden knows her, she comes to my house at parties, she's best friends with my sister, she spends the night, and I still can't manage to do anything right in life …anything that would make her proud.
"Whatever." Hot bitch just stormed off. I looked at my best friend who was laughing.
"It's not funny. Psycho bitch doesn't know when to quit. Where did my water bottle go?" He immediately stopped smiling and looked at me.
"It's only a water bottle if there's water in it." He thought he had me on it or something, he's a dumbass.
"Fine. Where's my vodka in a water bottle that no long holds water?" I mumbled a few things as my sister popped up out of nowhere. "Holy shit!" I dropped my bottle and spilled my precious liquid all over the hot concrete. "You need fucking bells or some shit. Crazy ass mother fucker. God damn."
She definitely wasn't smiling. "Could you curse anymore? I swear Ashley Davies." She stopped there. Like that was a sentence.
"You didn't finish that sentence."
She glared at me and I snickered before she flicked me in the forehead. "Shut up Ashley. Well your alcohol is gone for now. Where are your drugs?"
"I don't have any drugs. Drugs are for thugs Kyla. I'm a good kid."
She punched me in the arm. "Alright, thug…give me your stash."
"I don't think your mother would like it if you were doing drugs. I'm keeping them away from you, peer pressure isn't good Ky. We all love you, but …this needs to stop. Think about your future."
"Are you listening to yourself?" Can you listen to yourself? "Don't think too hard Ash you might pop your last brain cell."
I laughed to myself. "I did that yesterday."
She rolled her eyes and my best friend decided to give it a shot. "Seriously Ash. Were you listening to yourself? I don't think your mother or father would appreciate it if you were doing drugs. Peer pressure isn't good and we love you Ash. Think about your damn future."
I sighed. "Mommy dearest is off in Bahamas getting fucked by the captain of the latest cruise ship to end up docked on the island while Daddy is in ash form floating in the wind and being washed down the drain pipes on the strip. Fuck peer pressure I do what I want when I want and don't lie to yourself. You don't love me, and I don't have a future."