Dead Wrong

VI

It was Saturday night, and I had just gotten off work at The Coffee Cup.

I felt my phone vibrate, and I saw Liam's name across the screen. I haven't talked to him since last night, and I was avoiding any interaction with him. This was the second Snapchat he sent me though, so I decided to open it.

The first one was a selfie of him asking how last night went. The second one was a message asking if I was okay. I typed back quickly saying "Yeah I'm fine."

"You gonna ditch me again tonight?" Jo asked as I sat down at a table.

I looked down at my phone, noticing that Liam already replied. I rolled my eyes at the clinginess, but also smiled at his name.

"Why what's up? I'm not going to that guys house." I said, thinking about the party she invited me to last night.

"No, that was lame as hell." She tossed the rag she had in her hand in a bucket. "We're having a party at my house tonight for Lila's birthday."

"I should probably get my homework done." I thought. "So yes, I'll be there. Text me when you get off, and I'll come over." I got up from the chair taking my latte with me.

I opened up Liam's snap when I got into my car. "Good. Well I'm going to a party tonight if you want to come with."

I took a pic and replied, "Can't. Have to catch up on some homework."

Liam was nice, and I did have fun last night, but after him seeing my mom, it was just too awkward. I also could find a million better things to do than go to some high school sausage party. One of them being Lila's birthday party. Lila was one of Jo's roommates.

When I got home, I touched up my make up to make me not look 12 years old. I also put on semi slutty clothes. They were tight, but not to revealing, so I could cover up my scars on my legs and stomach. I decided on black skinny jeans and a long sleeve green crop top. My jeans were high waisted and the top was long enough so there was only about an inch of my stomach showing. I tried to keep my cuts on the lower part of my stomach, towards my waist. I was so embarrassed to have them, but it seemed like my only form of therapy at times.

I didn't cut often. Just occasionally when my depression was bad. I also had a really bad habit of scratching and pulling at my skin when I was nervous. Often at school.

I sat on instagram for about an hour before receiving a text from Jo to come over. Her house was only about 10 minutes from mine, so I took my time leaving. This meant fixing my make up again and taking a hit off my bowl.

When I walked in to her house, it was already hazy. Jo and her roommates were sitting in a circle on the floor. I walked over to them and sat down. The blunt was passed to me almost immediately.

"You gotta catch up bro. I'm already high as fuck." Jo said with squinty eyes.

"Well you better slow down because I'm gonna be pissed if you pass out." I laughed at her and grabbed the skinny, brown paper. I took a long hit and let my body relax. The fact that weed was still illegal was a joke to me. I know it's not the best for you, but it was far better than the nicotine filled Loon I had, which I guess was also illegal at my age.

Within 10 minutes, I was baked as a cake. A couple of more people came in and joined our circle. Pretty soon loud music was playing, of course not the good kind, and there was a steady flow of people.