Unsavory and Unstable
In high school, perception’s everything…and being dropped off by a parent was like owning a rolling backpack or kissing a grandparent on the mouth. Unsavory. In an environment where everyone was playing the role of judge and jury, the only way to survive was to assert some kind of independence. But not my mother’s kind. My mother’s perception of being bold was free boobin’. I’d had enough.
But I couldn’t get enough of the person I had developed a questionable dependence on: Matty. I wanted an excuse to walk in together, but what I really needed was an excuse to talk. Matty said he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with anyone, but…as I saw another girl get out of his truck with him, I realized maybe he just didn’t want to be in a relationship with me.
And why would he? I was the suicide girl. And to make matters worse, I was a traveling freakshow with an obsessive fan. You don’t get much more unsavory than that.
So Matty had another girl and I had a stalker. If I was being honest with myself, my day was off to an unfortunately typical Jenna Hamilton start. But shouldn’t the universe at some point find a new ass to wedgie?
Désagréable et instable
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