Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 17:37:22 +0200
From: Casey Carter <caseycarter25@gmail.com>
Subject: WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME ? PART 2

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WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME – PART 2

HIGH SCHOOL


-- ONE OF THE MOST DIFFICULT TASKS IN LIFE IS REMOVING SOMEONE FROM
YOUR HEART --



The next morning I woke up feeling depressed and tired.  The couch was
comfortable at least.  I grabbed my glasses and put them on and
stumbled into the kitchen to see my parents having muesli and yoghurt
with fruit.

"Good morning sunshine."  My dad said smiling at me as I rested the
top part of my body on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Casey! We cook there.  Get up."  My mother scolded.

I glared at her from under my hair, which was all over the place.  I
was definitely not a morning person when I only got like 4 hours of
sleep.

"Casey!"  My mom said again.  Ignoring her I fell back down onto the counter.

"I wanna die..." I groaned.  I grabbed some coffee and went to sit down
with my parents in the breakfast nook.

"Well maybe if you went to bed like a normal person at a normal time
you wouldn't feel like that."  My mother said taking another bite of
her breakfast.

"Am I just supposed to chase away a guest mother?" I asked looking at
her.  Jeez these people got annoying sometimes.

"No, but you guys shouldn't stay up so late.  I mean look at you.
It's after 10 in the morning and anyone could stop by and see you like
that.  That reminds me, you need to put away all those blankets in the
living room.  The maid is off over the weekends remember?"

"Of course Mother.  I shall endeavor to do so the moment I finish my
coffee should you permit me."  I said as I rolled my eyes and pulled
my legs up to my chest and rested my chin on them.

"Casey."  My dad warned looking up from his newspaper.

Just then there was a knock at our kitchen door and my father gets up
and opens the door.

"Beth, its so good to see you."  My father says as he hugs Bryce's
mom.  "Bryce."  My dad says shaking his hand.

Meanwhile my mother had gotten up to greet them as well.

"Hey."  Bryce says coming to hover over me.

"Hi."  I say taking another sip of my coffee.  "You smell like sweat."
 I said and leaned into the nook further as he moved into my personal
bubble.

"I came jogging over here so we could go for a run together and bond."
 He said trying to rub his sweaty armpit in my face.

"Stop!!!!"  I screamed as I tried to stop him with my foot, kicking at him.

"Bryce!  Stop being childish."  His mom called turning her attention to us.

"He likes it."  Bryce said smacking my foot and shoving me further
into the booth to sit next to me.  Taking my coffee and having a sip.

"Help yourself I guess."  I said glaring at him.

"Case! There is no sugar in this. Urgh."  Bryce was pulling the most
hilarious face.  "How do you drink that shit?"  He was shaking his
body like it was poison or something.

Of course I was just looking at him like he was a retard and cackling
like a witch on drugs.

"Casey! Offer Bryce something sweet to drink."  My mother was grabbing
her coat and heading out the door with my dad and Bryce's mom.

"Where are you going?"  I called after them only to be ignored as the door shut.

"Meeting my dad.  They are all going out for coffee and a movie and
then later lunch."

"Awesome."  Cue me rolling my eyes.

"Now make me something sweet to drink like yoh mama told you."  Bryce
said as he slapped me on the leg and winked.

"Suck it."  I said as I got up and grabbed my mug and rinsed it out
and made two fresh cups, no sugar for me and three for him with a lot
more warm milk than boiling water for him.  I also grabbed a few rusks
and placed them into a bowl.

"Thanks man."  He said as he grabbed the cup and followed me into the
living room and finished his first rusk before I even sat down.

"So you gonna go running with me small thing?"  He said "thing" really
funny like "thang".  I didn't get his humor.

"I don't want to."  I said like a sulky kid.

"If you do I'll give you a full body massage when we get back." He was
stuffing another rusk into his mouth.

"Fine, but only cause my neck is sore."  I said rubbing it.  "Just let
me go and get ready."  I jumped up ran upstairs and brushed my teeth,
washed my face, put in my contacts after my eye drops and went
straight into my closet which led to my bedroom and grabbed sweats and
an over large t-shirt, my running shoes and some socks.

"Are you taking your iPod along? I screamed down the stairs at Bryce.

"No! I've got your chatty ass to listen to so I won't be needing it."

"You're ass."  I said coming down the stairs to see him doing these
yoga worthy stretches.

"Come on and stretch out."  He said as he did an impossible stretch again.

"What are you? A yoga instructor in your free time?"  He looked like a
total douche!!! I'm sorry if I sound mean, but honestly he did.

"No, I just practice the Kamasutra with Brandy.  You know she is into
that weird shit.  I mean not that I am complaining.  The girl is
seriously flexible."

"As much as I would love to listen to your stripper whores hobbies I'm
going running."  With that I sped off out the front door and started
running.  I was upset.  Obviously.  The girl even looks like trash,
but coming from the bad part of town its no wonder.  Trailer trash.

I heard Bryce calling me as he came running up.  If there is one thing
I am better at than him it's running.  I wasn't much shorter than he
was, so he got to me quickly, but I wasn't going that fast yet and
besides he could barely speak he was so out of breath from running and
trying to talk to me.

"C-case."  He puffed next to me.  "You really shouldn't talk
about-about her like that.  She's very nice."

I just kept jogging.  It was mean calling her that, but I swear if you
saw her you'd be on my side. TRASH! She even had those tacky long
leopard print nails.  I mean honestly.

We were probably finishing off the third mile when Bryce said: "Stop!"
 And bent over puffing.

I stopped.

"Well you guys may have the moves in the bedroom, but you don't have
the stamina to back it up."

"Why don't you like her?  She has always been nice to you."

"First of all.  She has never been nice to me.  Her trashy brother
actually spat on my shoes once in front of a bunch of people and she
laughed.  She started being nice to me when she knew we were friends.
Secondly HER NAME IS BRANDY! Holy frack I don't need more of an excuse
than that!!  Brandy might be the all time stripper name.  Is that what
her mother was planning when she gave birth to her in their trailer?!"

"Fuck Casey!  Its fuck.  Say it.  Not frack!!!"  Bryce shouted coming
closer to me.  "And she's my girlfriend so you have to respect that
and she can't help that she's poor.  You are such a cold and rich,
spoiled snob!  I'm poor too or have you forgotten?"

"She is not from my class and I will not apologize for not mingling
with her.  And swearing is rude."

"Oh yeah, swearing is rude."  He said moving closer still and grabbing my arm.

"Let go of my arm and stop trying to make me like her!   You don't get
to tell me what to do! Those people have ALWAYS been rude to me and
mocked me and teased me and tried to hurt me and found some sort of
sick sadistic pleasure in my humiliation.  So you do not get to tell
me that I have to be the bigger person.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?  No one
does.  I will KILL myself before I ever show them a hint of kindness
for that have done to me!!!"

Bryce looked at me shocked.

Do you know the reason why I always work so hard?  Why I study my life
away and why I'm gonna graduate by the time I'm 16?  Because your
"friends" ruined my life.  I can't even walk around high school
without being scared of someone calling me a nasty word or have a
stupid Facebook account because they might write something rude on my
wall.  So, yes I am a rich and entitled snob.  But by GOD I have
earned that right and have worked for it.  So if I want to call Brandy
a stripper whore with fake nails and a trailer who drinks red wine
from a box, I will do that!!"

"Case—"  he said trying to reach for me.

"NO! I'm not gonna cry. I'm a Carteret. And a cold, rich snob.  I will
be fine."  With that I took off running home full speed.

I don't think he followed me home.  When I got there I cleaned up the
living room and drank a ton of water before having a shower.  Coming
out of my bathroom, I walked into my walk in closet and thru into my
bedroom to look outside my house.  I saw Bryce standing there looking
up.  I really did feel like the Ice Prince he always called me.  For
once I didn't care about him.  And this time I was going to break this
sick chain of events.  He waved at me.  I don't know where I got the
strength, but I closed the drapes and sank to my knees.  Sobbing
silently.

We were done.




HEY THERE EVERYONE!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVELY COMMENTS. I ONLY GOT ONE: "YOUR
STORY IS NOT REALLY BAD, BUT" LOL!!!

OTHER THAN THAT PEOPLE HAVE BEEN REALLY KIND AND HELPFUL WHICH
INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS BEFORE CLASS THIS MORNING.  I HOPE YOU GUYS
LOVE IT AND GET BACK TO ME ASAP WITH COMMENTS AND PRAISE. :P

A LOT OF PEOPLE WANTED TO KNOW SOME PERSONAL INFO SO I THOUGHT I WOULD
TELL YOU A LITTLE FACT ABOUT MYSELF AFTER EACH CHAPTER?

I AM 22 YEARS OLD, FROM SOUTH AFRICA AND CURRENTLY IN THE USA WRITING
MY THESIS FOR MY DEGREE.  I LOVE READING.  AND THAT'S ALL YOU ARE
GETTING TODAY!

HEHE.

AS ALWAYS READ ON AND STAY CLASSY!

CASEY

PS  THESE ARE THE PICS (FICTIONAL) OF THE TWO MAIN CHARACTERS IF YOU
ARE INTERESTED:



CASEY:  http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=57077585

BRYCE:  http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/181/1/f/football_stud_by_opeliz-d55ib15.jpg