My Best Friend

Part 1

     

     I always try to fit in. But everywhere I go I just don't. I move around a lot so it's harder to make friends. Mom has this dumb job so she has to move a lot.

        I don't know why she had me if she knew she was going to take this job. She's an associate for some guy named Jerry. He's a douchebag if you ask me. But my opinion doesn't matter to my mom. She does whatever she wants and doesn't even bother with me. She's married to her third husband. He's been with us for a year. I don't know why he sticks around. He brought his son along with him. His name is Dean. He's alright. I feel bad for him, having to be stuck in this loop with me.

     I'm 16. That was two days ago, April 6th. I was born in 2005. I surprisingly made it to my Sophomore year. I hate the 10th grade. It sucks. 

"Blaire?" I hear a knock at my door and Dean's stupid voice. 

"What?" Dean opens my door. "I didn't tell you to open that." 

"Have you been smoking again? Blaire, you know that if they find out your ass is gonna get it." He is right. 

"That's why you keep your mouth shut and don't tell Sam or Meg." Meg is short for Megan, my mom. Sam is my stepdad. The second one. 

"I'm not a snitch, B." "Then shut the fuck up and get out of my room. Close the door." "Duh." He says as he closes the door. I open a window and get perfume and spray the whole room.

     I go into the kitchen and get some water. "Where do you even get that anyway?" Dean asks from behind me. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I say sarcastically. 

"Yeah, so tell me." 

"Ugh, I get it from Addison, why?" 

Dean touches my shoulder. He looks me in my eyes and says, "so she's the plug?" 

"Yeah, obviously. That's what I just said, are you slow?" "Bitch," he says under his breath. "What?" "Can I get her number or snap? I could use some." "You wish. I'll get you some. No way are you getting her info." I walk into the living room and plop onto the couch and click on the TV. 

     "Where's Sam and Meg?" "Why do you call her Meg, she's your mom," Dean says to me. 

I don't call her mom because she doesn't act like one to me. I can't tell him that though. "Don't know." I shrug my shoulders and take a sip of water. I then pull off my hoodie and I'm left in a white tank that says "the devil made me do it." 

"When are you turning 17?" I ask him. Not because I care but because I can. "Um, June. Why?" "Just asking." "Are you getting me a present?" He asks. He didn't get me one. I don't care. But nobody else did either.

       

     Hey, I'm new here. I hope people see this and enjoy it! There is more to come <3. Love you guys. :)