Drake's POV
Tonight's playlist consists of Breaking Benjamin, From First to Last, Alesana, The Offspring, and Scary Kids Scaring Kids. I'm blasting The Only Medicine when Caine walks in, drying his dripping hair. Half naked.
"Put your shirt on," I snap. "I'm not Diana. I don't enjoy looking at that pathetic one-pack."
"Yessir." He stares at me and I glare irritably right back. Caine's probably the only person around to take a shower at eleven and then sleep at one. Before waking from his nightmares at three, of course. But then again, I'm probably the only one around playing screamo at full volume at this hour.
"Do you have any better?"
His words jolt me out of thought. "Huh?"
"Well you called my abs a one-pack."
Pft. Leave it to Caine to get hung up on something as trivial as that. "I'm not answering that."
Caine grins in that stupid way that makes me want to smack him. "Maybe I should ask Caro. She'd probably know. Have you guys done anything yet?"
"Don't be stupid. Caro can't take more than kissing. And she's already sacked me so many times, I doubt I have the reproductive abilities of another kid my age anymore."
"Oh, really?"
Caine has been freaking me out lately. He says stuff like that and then looks at me funny. As in funny-gross. Makes me want to kick him, but then again, my mentality has been getting edgier and edgier lately. More irritation, if you know what I mean. I went to see our guidance counselor yesterday and our conversation went something like this.
Doc: I heard you've recently gotten a girlfriend?
Me: Yeah?
Doc: This should be good for you. At least you won't be so focused on your anger anymore.
Me: Sure.
Doc: Do you not like the girl?
Me: …
Doc: Because I know that in many cases, a boy and a girl get together because one is pressuring the other.
Me: She's fine.
Doc: Well, how have your dreams been lately?
Doc: More… hormonal?
Me: No.
Doc: Would you like to explain?
Me: Doc, I've been explaining to you that I have the same few dreams for the past couple of years. And I've explained all those dreams to you before.
Doc: Yes, I understand that, but—
Me: No, I don't dream about torturing animals anymore, okay? I dream about clawing Ca—
Me: Stop trying to make me talk.
Then I kind of flipped his bookshelf over and you can guess how much detention that got me. I've been having disturbing dreams about… Well, there's some Caine mixed in there, and there's some Lex mixed in there. I can't remember exactly, but all I know is that I wake up wanting to claw at Caine's face, wanting to make him bleed. Sorry, Lex, I'm afraid I'm getting violent again.
I expected to have something to dream about with a girlfriend. I'm a teenager, I mean. But instead, my dreams are just getting really fucked up.
Lex texts me:
Sleeping well?
Wud I answer if I was asleep?
Haha, your lights on
ah, I c
I'm having a weird nightmare
I mean I WAS
rlly? care to elaborate?
well do you need to sleep?
no
I dreamed about my mom and her face was melting
wow do you hate your mom or something?
ugh. cruel. no I love my mom of course but she was just melting and there was a silver frame under her face
so im wondering if I did that
what do u mean?
nvm
but then I saw this mirror and there ws this skinny girl
so?
like see-ur-ribs skinny kind of like from christina's beautiful? and she was goddamn eating my moms metal frame
… maybe you do hate your mom. subconsciously
thanks. it freaked me out. it was like a scene out of the vours
the vours?
a horror novel. its really good.
ah. if you cant sleep you can always come over since our dorm advisor never really patrols…
hmnnnn tempting but NAH ;) I don't want to see you sleeping in the nude just yet
haha I wont but you can see caine shirtless
gross
I smile. "Hey, Caine, Lex called you gross."
Caine gasps indignantly. "Well tell her that she's blobby."
caine says ur blobby
what the hell?
I dunno
BLOBBY?
lol… okay ima sleep now
okay bye. maybe I will come over
ooh.
THAT WAS SO DRY
ikno
haha night then
night