Again. I had to put a dot in the middle of slu.tty because my computer kept changing it. Sorry. And sorry it took me so long to update, I've been kind of busy with school and everything and I've got a lot of stuff happening this weekend so it might take a little longer for the next chapter to come up. So you'll just have to wait!
The rest of the day went pretty well for me. Clark was in all of my classes and I made a few more friends. None as good as Chloe or Clark. You know, for a farm boy, Clark's pretty cool. And also very, very smart. Way smarter than me.
As I walked out of the school, I looked around the car park for my older brother Dylan. He was suppose to pick me up... but no sign of the guy. Brilliant. I'm going to have to get a bus or walk home or something. That was my new plan, until Clark came up behind me and gave me a huge fright.
"Peyton, aren't you going home?" He asked me. What a stupid question to ask! Of course I was going home. I just didn't know when or how.
"Not sure. My brother was suppose to pick me up because I'm not allowed to drive the car after what happened last time... and he isn't here," I explained to him as I took a final look around to see if Dylan had shown up.
"What happened last time?" Clark asked. I gave him a you-don't-really-need-to-know look but from the way he was looking at me, it looked like he wanted to know. "Come on, spill."
"Well I was driving through Metropolis one night after being at a nightclub. And of course when you're out you should have a few drinks and enjoy yourself. I had a little too much to drink and I crashed into a parked car. My dad had to pay for the damages," I told him. Just then, my cell phone went off. I checked it. A text from Dylan. Working late... again.
"What that your brother?"
"Yeah. He's working late again. Don't suppose you could give me a ride home?"
"Sure, my truck's over there," he told me as he pointed to the red truck parked beside a red Volkswagen beetle. I walked over to it with Clark following. He unlocked the doors and I got in, put my seatbelt on, as I did he started up the truck and we were away.
"So Peyton, are you busy tomorrow?" Clark asked. Why does he want to know if I'm busy? Maybe he's just trying to be friendly. I might as well tell him, not like it could kill me or anything.
"Nothing I guess. Maybe helping my dad around the house or something," I told him as I looked through my notebook, then I turned back towards Clark. It felt like time had stopped for a moment. I never actually thought about it before but Clark is pretty hot. "Why?"
"I was wondering if you might want to come round to my house sometime," he asked. I was thrilled. Clark invited me to his house! "And by the way, where do you live?"
"Um, next to the Kent farm."
"Really? That's my family's farm." OK, I seriously did not know that. My dad did mention that a family lived there with a teenage kid but I never thought it would be Clark and his family. Yes, I'm very stupid, I know that.
"I never knew that, maybe I can come over later then, if that's OK with you and your folks," I asked. Living on a farm... that must be really cool. Lots of animals around you, I would love that. The only animal I've ever had was my hamster, Bunny. I was six when I got him. That's why he's got a weird name.
"Sure, my parents wouldn't mind, they like meeting my friends," he told me. After he said that, he pulled up right in front of my house and I got out of the truck.
"See you later Clark," I said just before I closed the door and waved goodbye to him. Clark waved back then he sped away and I walked into my house.
No-one was home when I entered the house. Dad left me a note on the counter. Is everyone working late today? First Dylan, now dad. I went to the fridge and got a can of soda to drink. I looked to see what there was to eat as well. Pizza, yoghurt and some browny-green stuff. Maybe I should play it safe and eat something else. I looked through all the cupboards and finally found something edible. A bag of chips. Just as I was about to sit down on the sofa, the phone rang. I looked on the caller ID and knew who it was straight away. Dad's girlfriend Jennifer. I hate her, she hates me. I only talk to her over the phone and when I have to. I picked up the phone and placed it to my ear.
"Hi."
"Oh, Peyton. Where's your father?"
"At work, why?" Yes I'm quite cheeky to her but I don't care.
"He's my boyfriend; I'm suppose to know where he is. When will he be home?"
"Don't know, but if you call him, maybe he knows. I've got to go." I hung up straight away. I fell onto the sofa and started flicking through all the channels. Nothing on. TV is so boring now. The only things that are on are reality TV. As if it's real. I left the remainder of the chips on the coffee table and went to my room.
I'm pretty different from normal seventeen year old girls. I've kinda got two personalities. When people first meet me, they'll think I'm a really nice girl with cool interests. I'm nothing like that. I've got a lot of dark secrets which I keep to myself because if I told anyone else, they would probably think I'm a self-centred jerk. Or a depressed little girl who needs all the attention she gets.
My room is quite messy. Papers are all over the floor, pencils and pens are scattered all over what I think is my desk and my bed is always covered in clothes that lie there for days because I can't be bothered putting them away. I also have all my drawings on my walls. My dad thinks I shouldn't put them on my wall because people who come to visit might steal them from me but I don't believe him. People wouldn't even enter my room because I never let anyone in it. I only have one photograph in my room, which sits on my bedside table. It's a picture of my family, when we were all still together.
You see, my mom isn't with us anymore. She was in labour with my little brother when she slipped into a coma because for all the pain. Well, that's what my dad told me when I was 11. She died when I was seven so I didn't understand anything that happened, so dad didn't tell me until I was older.
Both my mom and my little brother passed away. My dad was a wreck for months. Dylan had to look after me a lot when he was going through that. He always tried explaining everything that was happening but I still wouldn't take it in. Everyday when I got home from school, I would ask "Where's mommy?" and no-one would answer.
Now, dad's pretty happy with his girlfriend but I think she's a little slu.tty bitch. She always wears tight tops, thongs, and mini skirts. The slag. She probably sleeps around too. I swear I saw her making out with some other dude when I was out clubbing once but I never told dad. I want him to be happy, even if it doesn't make me happy.
I got a few school books out and started looking through them when I heard the door open. I looked out the window and saw Jennifer's car parked in the drive. I threw my books on my bed and ran downstairs.
"I'm going out," I said to Jennifer whilst I put on my coat.
"Where are you going?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? I'll be back later," I told her then I went out of the back door and started walking towards the Kent farm.
