A/N: Reeeead.
Disclaimer: Bahh.
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns,
Fast cars, fast money, and cheap drinks.
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated,
Self-medicated, take the white pill--
You'll feel alright
--"I'm Not You Boyfriend, Baby" by 3OH!3
It was the next day--or should I say night. I was at Casey's house, sitting on his floor cross-legged. Casey grabbed my messenger bag. "Can I look through this?" he asked.
I shrugged. He dumped it. "Why do you carry it everywhere?" he asked, sifting through my personal belongings.
"I kinda got used to it. Habit, I guess."
Casey grabbed the box Cam had given me. "Are these the cigarettes? You didn't throw them out yet?"
I shrugged.
"Do you use them?"
"No!" I said. "I don't!"
He opened the box anyway and dumped it all. "One box is gone, Sammy."
I counted the small boxes of cigarettes. "That can't be. I never used any..."
But he was right. One box was gone.
"Someone took one." I said. "I'm sure. I never used any."
He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really?"
I gave him a playful smack on his arm. "Yeah! I'm over that crap, remember?"
He shoved them all back into the bigger box. "I can't be so sure."
"What? What does that mean--"
"For one, you still carry them around. And one whole pack is gone, Sammy."
"But-- I-- the only reason I keep them with me is because of Cam! I-- I'm used to carrying his things around. I don't want to--"
"So it's Cam? You still like him don't you?" Casey asked me.
"No! Like I said, I've only been here a week now. It's all habit! I don't like him! At all.."
"Then throw these away." he waved the box.
I couldn't believe him. It's not like I used the cigarettes but I didn't want to throw Cam's gift away... Besides, he probably used my money to buy them.
"See?" he said. "You're not even throwing them away." he shoved the rest of my things-- my iPod, wallet, cell phone, house keys, gum, etc into my bag. "Whatever, Sammy." lastly he shoved the cigarettes back in my bag.
"I--"
"I don't care! I can't believe you'd use us like that. We were trying to be your friends. I even thought you liked me."
"But I--"
"But what! Obvious you still like Cam! You even smoked his cigarettes! I don't even care anymore, Sammy. And you know what, Sammy?"
I bit my lip. "What?"
"Fuck you." he said.
And then I grabbed my bag and left his house in a flurry of tears.
Back at home, I stomped inside.
"What's wrong?" Dad asked.
"I..I don't even know." I ran into my room and grabbed my cell phone. Back in Colorado, who did I use to call when I was upset?
Cam.
I dialed his number. I was so dumb.
"Heyy." I heard on the other end.
"C-Cam?" I asked.
"Sam? SAM! Holy shit, it's you. How're yoooou?"
"I'm not fine. I-- well, what about you?"
"It sucks without you." he admitted. "No girl is as willing to m as you were."
"What?"
"You listened to everything I said. Fuck, you were like my robot. It was pretty sweet."
"Huh?"
His voice seemed to get louder in my ears. Maybe I was dreaming.
"Money, drinks, smokes, bed, you listened to everything. That's why I loved you."
"Whh..what..?"
"Sam! What is wrong with you? Anyway, you should come back. My apartment is lonely without you. Well, not really, I test out a new chick every night, but--"
I hung up and buried my face in my pillow. God. What was I thinking when I thought he liked me? He was using me!
He used me for money. To buy things that I didn't even want to ever do or get into. Example: drugs, drinks. He practically raped me, for God's sake.
Crap. I got a call. Without checking I picked it up.
"Sammmmmm?" it was Cam.
"What do you want?" I asked. I was different now. A good person. Not some freak who snuck out every night. A good good good girl.
"I was just wondering why you hung up?"
"Bad connection. Sorry."
"Whatever. So did you meet any knew guys?"
I wanted to bother him. Annoy him. You know, pull his chain a little. "I did." I said.
"How is he?" Cam voice had an edge to it.
"He's amazing. Perfect. He's athletic and funny and tall and handsome. You'd be happy for me, Cam, really, you would."
He was silent for a moment. "Why? Why would I be happy? That you've fallen for some good-boy preppy prick? Yeah, right. That dickhead can go die."
"Cam!" see? That was my proof. That was all he needed to say to prove to me what a real jerk he was.
"What? You're mad at me? Why, Sam? Because I insulted your bastard of a boyfriend?"
"Stop," I said. "Just because we broke up doesn't mean everyone I date isn't any good."
"Yes it does! You'll never find anyone better than me, Sam, never."
"Whatever, Cam." I was double pissed off now.
"What about my gift? Did you use it? Did it happen to get in between you and your guy?"
"What?" I gasped, because it had happened to get in between me and Casey.
"Judging by your voice, it did. Sweet." I could almost see him grinning. "Always works."
"WHAT?" I practically screamed. "You mean you gave those cigarettes to me on purpose just so someone finds it and I'll never get another boyfriend?"
"Yehhpp. But don't worry, I'm here fer ya."
"No you're not!" I said. I was crying now. "Why did you do that, Cam? I've loved Casey before I even met you!"
"'Loved'? You were fucking thirteen!"
"Well, I've liked him, okay? I can't believe you! You're a freak. You made me do a lot of things I didn't want to and I'm never speaking to you again." it was the lamest speech I had ever given but I was mad.
I hung up, just to receive a text two minutes later:
New message from Cam
I'll be there soon. ;]
A/N: I am a geek. Spare memy geekiness. We are not worthy, we are not. Adieu.