heartbreak girl || c.h

chapter 11

so, its been a week. clementine acts different around me. she acts like i'm not there, until, someone asks about me then she has to act like i'm there.

until today.

"hey clementine, let's all go to a park or something."

"why?"

"its hot as fuck inside and i wanna go outside and get wasted."

"everyone's going?"

"yep."

"fine."

we all walked to some park around 5 p.m. it was lonely, only like 2 kids there, until their mom saw 4, 6 feet tall guys and a 5 foot female. she grabbed her kids and went away. our sizes come in handy sometimes.

ashton took out a bottle of rum and luke brought like 12 beer bottles. oh god. clementine doesn't mind drinking, but sometimes she just doesn't want anything to do with it. i guess today was one of those days.

"beer?"

"nah."

"why?"

"i'm not feeling it. either way whos gonna make sure you guys aren't doing anything stupid?"

"true."

ashton and mike chugged down their beers. i only grabbed one. luke grabbed 2. oh luke.

"why aren't you drinking?"

"does it matter to you?"

"yes, i'm your bestfriend."

"then why have you been ignoring me tho whole week?"

"because of what happened."

"i thought that never happened."

"it never did. i was scared it would happen again."

"oh so you want it-"

"no i don't. now why aren't you drinking heavily like usual?"

"not in the mood."

"oh."

she looked at my body very closely. her eyes widened when she saw my shirt.

"i like your cobain shirt."

"well i like the person who got it for me."

she gave it to me for my 18th birthday.

"it looks nice on you."

"well i like what's under your shirt."

"fuck you cal oh my god."

"sorry haha."

half an hour later, they finished the rum and beer, and ashton and michael were out of it. luke could stand up but he couldn't stop saying random shit, until it got to something serious.

"heeeeeyyyyy cleeeemmmm."

"hi luke."

"why are you talking to caaaalluummm."

"because i can."

"fiiiieessstttyyyy. i bet you guys had seeeexxx."

"n-no we didn't. why would you think that?"

"i saw a girl's pair of underwear in his *beer burp* pocket the otherrrrr daaayyy."

whoops, he found my souvenir. she didn't know i took it.

she shot me a look and mugged me. shit.

"well it wasn't m-mine."

"ohhhhhhh okkkaayyyy. cleeeeemmmm."