chapter eighteen

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I missed the party, the one I planned for with Camil. It is annoying how my mom and react so much to little things. I know I drank and it's wrong, considering I'm not up to eighteen, but she could at least spare me a little. I mean it's not like I always get drunk or something, it's literally the first time I am loosing. The reason even makes me more sick. I don't know, but it hurts my ego alot that a boy, not just any boy, but that I have met only but a few months ago is making act like a young teenager, that is madly in love. Well I know I am a teenager but there isn't any cause or alarm. It only pisses me off that he had taken me for a fool, that he behaved as though he liked me, but apparently he doesn't. Why do makes keep lying? They keep infatuating. There d***s doesn't

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