THE WAY YOU SCARRED ME, FOREVER

THE WAY YOU SCARRED ME, FOREVER.

BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP. My alarm clock rang somewhere next to my head.

It was Monday. 15th October. Year 2011. My 17th birthday.

It had been exactly 11 years since my mom died.

It had been exactly 11 years since my dad became a robot. Harsh, maniac, work-a-holic, and drunk.

It had been exactly 11 years since I started to go toGreenlandhigh. First elementary, then middle, and now High.

It has been exactly 3 years, since I, Justin Black became Mr. Casanova, school’s King, Football captain, Class president and Home-coming king.

I know people call me a player blah, blah , blah but that all just for high school rep you know…I never did anything more than make-out.

Why? Well my ex-best friend Will and I made this dumb pact on the first day of high school that we wont do any nasty with some random chick and that will happen only with the love of our life. Four years of high school and I still couldn’t find that one person. My other half. My soul mate. My…gah! I sound like some sissy right now. Anyways moving on, like I said my ex-best friend…oh ex? Because well, he was more into stupid art stuff and well, lets face facts, he was just a nerd. Up to middle-school that wasn’t a problem, but if he wanted to be a part of my clique he need to have a rep. and my own rep wasn’t gonna make itself if I had a nerd for a best friend. Urg. Why are we talking about that looser. Where was I? yeah so, we made this stupid pact that we wont hook up till we find our Juliets. So here I am now, Mr. Casanova who is still, and very much a virgin. Now on with the story.

I jumped off my bed and slowly walked up to the bathroom and went to brush my teeth and take a shower. And yes men do take a shower. Well clean, hygienic, sexy men do.

I went and pulled on a white shirt and some blue jeans and ran down.

Randdown 6 flight of stairs that is. Yeah and if u already didn’t figure it out, since the day my mom died we have been very well off cuz all my dad has time for is work.

And more work.

And more work.

Oh and did I mention he also love love loved, more than anything in the world (other than mom that is) to work?

Yeah I probably did. But just confirming.

So due to all this, um.. working… we had enough cash to keep us well, well ,well off.

“hey dork” I suddenly felt someone jump on my back and I staggered and almost collapsed at the sudden load that was thrown at my back. She got off and hugged me.

“happy birthday” she said and kissed my cheek, leaving a huge bright red lip smack stain on my beautifully after-shaved clean face. Ew.

Ahh… and I just might have forgotten to tell you about my dear, lovely, amazing, annoying, pain in the ass, prick of a monky of a very beautiful (ah ill admit it shes beautiful ok?! But just, please don’t tell her) girl who I am a bit protective about. My dearest darling sister Megan Black.

“MEGAN YOU CRAZY LITTLE MONKEY! GET BACK HERE!”

I laughed as I saw her little figure, with blue jeans and a black sleeveless top rush to the sink and rub out all the lipstick. Ha ha she had to suffer a bit to make me suffer. She HATED, like H.A.T.E.D, any sort of make up at all. I think the only cosmetic item that she wore was some kohl cuz she LOVED Billy joe and on some wintery days chapstick.

Ok fine I loved her a lot. I went up behind her and hugged her.

”gerroff me u oaf.” She grunted. “I had to go through enough trouble just to get the suff ready. Hey JB, did you know there is a tutorial on how to wear a lipstick on youtube?”

Wow crazy people. “crazy people right?!” and she started laughing.

The thing about Megan is that she had this laugh. It was just such a contagious laugh that every single other person in the room would also get affect by it and start laughing

“first off…im not JB that guy is just weird and…” then I struck me.

“wait?! You had to search a video to put on lipstick?! Hahahaha!! haahaha- haha- even-hahaha- even- hahaha I-I hahaha know how…..” I passed and took in a deep breath to calm myself down. “meg this is just sad….you don’t know who to put lipstick? Even I know how to pust lipstick…..” crap. What did I say! Then she smiled.

Not politely.

Not lovingly.

Not innocently (I don’t even know if she knows the meaning of the word)

Just plain ol’ evilly and nastily

“JB JB JB…your as gay as your name” then she broke out laughing.

But this time I didn’t laugh. God knows what she had planned in that nasty little brain of hers.