We said our goodbyes before he left. I will admit, I was sad. Who knows what could possibly happen in a matter of two weeks. All I know is that I won't have him by my side for a matter of time.
"There's going to be another party at Brendan's again. You gotta come. It will be fun! You need to relax and relieve some stress, Chloe. Joey isn't here so maybe we could possibly have a 'Girl's Night Out'! What do ya think?" My friend, Lindsay said. We were in English, last period of the day. Nearly 1 week and 3 days left until Joey was home.
I shrugged my shoulders in doubt. I didn't really feel like doing anything tonight, even though it was the start of our vacation. Lindsay groaned and leaned back in her seat, while fiddling with the pen in her hand. "Ever since you began dating Joey, it seems like that's all your life revolves around. You need to realize that there are other people in your life than the guy you are dating."
I looked at her, wanting to say something back, but I knew this was true. I fell in love with the thought of love. I didn't want her to think that I didn't care anymore. For God's Sake, she was the first friend I made when I came to this damn school. "Alright, I'll go. But you are not leaving my side at all while we are there. Everyone is high or a drunken mess." I said, while looking at her sternly. She sat up in her seat and squealed while clapping her hands. It was really funny and I let out a small chuckle.
She suddenly stopped and an evil grin spread across her face. "Maybe we should be apart of the "high or drunken mess" group at the party tonight." My throat tightened as the words slipped out of her mouth. I never thought once of trying to get high or even intoxicated. I lost my parents to an intoxicated idiot after he drank so much damn alcohol. I never wanted to be that way and have myself be the mirror image of the evil that took my mother and father.
She was looking at me, waiting for my response. I swallowed down the saliva in my mouth. I didn't want to seem like a loser and I didn't want to feel like the "Debbie-Downer" of the group, so I shook my head hesitantly and I forced a small smile.
The school bell rang, signaling that last period has started. My English teacher began her lecture as everyone listened but me. My mind was traveling to the thoughts of tonight.
What have I gotten myself into...