Teenage Dirtbag

was the first day of summer vacation, and she was al-ready pissed at me. I wis

ed with my mouth full

t card from sophomo

loved to read books instead of partying and going out with friends and I definitely loved plying with my dog instead of m

leaning in to see wha

ing ab

ay, nothing below C

, making a disgusted face. Oh, how

milk all over th

ard, then why do you care?'' I mumble

you're a

ng a heart attack when it went down t

gh as their heels. I wore makeup, because I got insecure of my face and body (who didn't?) and sometimes I would dye my hair in

ge." she continued, picking at

that she com-plained. I could be doing drugs or shag a

irt down. Oh, and she hated the fact that I wore sweatshirts. It was too 'boyish' for her. Ever since my b

be quite honest I was- but it didn't bother me.

here's nothing you can do a-bout

ugh of your mo

dle name, mainly because I hated it. But my mother didn't care about my humilia

mother?'' I

rumpy! Maybe you shou

the stairs, slamming the door behind me. I jumped on my bed and yelling into my pil

een-agers saw the summer as an opportunity to have fun, go to par-ties and get drunk. I, however, spent my su

se down here this very second!" m

stairs, angry that she made me go up a

at

previously sat on. I crossed my arms over my chest, rais

ha

your summer at your g

, poking the inside m

g with the bu

oing to go to Ireland, I mean, leave London and go to a small town I'm not a bitch, don't

and it'

at if I

hone, dog, skateboard, books and

ut

hoice p

wall. Why did she have to be so an

voice of hers and I bit my lip, holding back an ex

*

urth time on the bus ride fro

" she

ve me something to

f her eyebrows. "You sure? Cause you

my grades and my fashion sense, but not on my weight. That was a s

of needing to lose weight. If I relapsed and started s

r. The street was nice, it had tidy lawns and perfect h

oever, I guess people where comfortab

GOD R

n Katherine (who like to be called Kitty because she was-and I quote- "Like an animal in bed")

lmost reached her bum. She wore a lot of makeup, and smelled like cigarettes,

f tattoos. A lot of thing

ean down so she could kiss both of my cheeks. Her t

bigger! And you gain

ight comment. And my tits are b

ing her usual Adidas outfit, followed by my frowning grandfat

d and hugged me. Why was she calling me by my middle name? She knew I d

e taxi driver and grandpa went inside with the luggage, mumbling about how I was carrying rocks

doing?" my mom ope

asked c

s from us. "She's good, but her younger son is

?" my mom aske

y were talking about.

sure. I pulled my legs up on the chair and my eyes drifted to Katherine's lap. She had her pho

r naked pic babe ;) g

talking to

is now either pink, purple, green, blue or blond. And it's sticking in every direction when it's not under one of his dirty caps. And his arm

er breathed. "

of noise when he's drunk with a lady companion

mom asked i

s creeping all day, sit-ting on his porch smoking or drinking. I think he's watching young girl

her, shocked

aks with disrespect to everyone, but he also has that metal in his mouth, I don't even know how he eats. Oh, and his cute

racter, he seemed intimidating, and I would for sure be all shy ar

arrying a bat mom?" my

u never know with t

grandma offered to make us some tea-which we kindly denied because her

that bad

ho

at

rugg

t care about him and I d

cool, and he's like hot y

her parents died when she was little so she lived with her grandparents but t

said coveri

ching her chest with her manicured na

ore mature. Some may t

ause I am

s on her phone; it was l

is N

photo so I looked back at her. Where did the innocent girl from a year ago go? Th

u know

e I was fifteen. And a year ago

ctually eager to find out

dy breath hitting my face. I wouldn't be surpri

hat the hell did that mean? Don't

No feelings. And you're not together, which means you can hook up with a lot of people. But ba

God, it's like she's a whole d

sked leaning into the loveseat, trying to make myself comfortab

's a big aqua park, the beach is an hour away, we go every Saturday. And there's a s

ed. She couldn't mea

borhood. Nate, J

n the playground in the summer when we were kids, but that was

uy, and he had a black Motorhead helmet and a black leather jacket on. He stopped in the driveway

gged his long, skinny legs perfectly and his white Vans wer

on me. I felt uncomfortable and self-conscious as he stared, before he

our porch and came over. Katherine squealed and stood u

h other, and I almost gagged when I

e, pulling her over his lap. I tried to igno

you?" h

in his mouth, just like my grandma said. His usual crooked teeth were straight now

ne, which, may I add, was a total tu

t me, at my cleavage to be more specific. Not that I showed

Bieber?" he asked

breath smelled like cigare

she

es and swung her legs o

Ren

en

d and I wanted to strangle right then

lil

ifted to my cheeks, my cleavage my thighs and ca

oing

stood up, settin

asks, I'm ou

simply walked down the street to his motorcycle and put h

efore I c

ou give her

laughed and he spoke, w

ears this

he darkness. I sighed and stood up, before I went inside to find my grandfather

e. Her neck was stretched out and she was sipping from her cup as

r was that one lady that always knew

ptop with me, and I had free Wi-Fi from the house across the street. It was named 'Nate'