Why do I still feel like shit? It's been more than twelve hours! Why does that assholes opinion bother me so much? I'm proud to be a slut! He should be shamed for being so damn conservative! Besides I was right to let all my rage out on that disrespectful rat since he wouldn't let me before!
Is it really my fault that I was just sick of holding it in? Was it so wrong that I'm pissed he said he was taking responsibility and I'm still clueless?
Lucas is so damn irresponsible!
"Yo, Tyler, you alright?" Lance sat down next to me, his face a mask of concern.
"Piss off," I growled at him.
"Ha, I'll take that as a big nope. You get any sleep? You look like total shit man," Lance leaned in closer to check out my face, invading my personal space with that annoying familiarity.
I couldn't sleep. Lance's comments kept haunting me.
"Not really," I sighed, rubbing my eyes.
"You sure you can go to this party tonight?" Lance asked, oblivious.
