Page 2 of Heartless Devil
“That’s the last thing I need.” I roll my eyes, turning my attention back to the scenery outside.
Boys have never brought me anything but trouble. They always want more than I’m willing to give them.
“Chase Evans is really interested in who you’re planning on hooking up with this summer,” Cam says, laughing.
“Chase Evans is gross. He’s been with every girl in school, and we all know it.”
“I know. I’m one of them.”
“Cameron! Gross.” I look at her, watching her shrug as she leans down to turn the volume up on the radio.
“I’ll take what I can get, Charlie. I’m not picky.”
“At least set some standards.” I scrunch my face up in disgust.
“Says my best friend with a stick up her ass.”
“Just because I don't want to mess around with the gross boys around here doesn’t mean I have a stick up my ass.”
She ignores me, singing along to the music. Ten minutes later, we’re pulling up to high school. We attend Richview High, and we’re both in the home stretch of our junior year. We’ve been looking forward to the moment when we would become the most important people on campus, and our time is finally here. Just as long as we can make it through these last two weeks.
“I’ll be so glad to get out of this hell hole for the summer,” Cam says, linking her arm with mine as we walk up to the building.
“Me too. The beach is calling my name.”
Every summer, since we were in seventh grade, Cam’s family takes me on their annual summer vacation in Mexico. It’s two weeks of beaches, drinking, and parties. Her parents are like mine; they want very little interaction with us, but they want it to seem like they enjoy our company.
“T-minus two weeks until we’re laying on a beach in Mexico.” Cam sighs, putting her head on my shoulder.
We part ways in the hallway––our schedules don’t match at all this year, which has been a huge bummer.
The day drags on, every teacher trying to cram in as much information as possible, in as little time as possible. No one cares about anything they’re saying anymore––most of the students here are already in summer vacation mode.
The last bell of the day rings, and it shakes me from my daydreams.
“Was it just me, or has this been the longest Friday ever?” Cam whines, joining me at my locker.
“It really was,” I agree.
“Wanna come over?” she asks, leaning against the locker next to mine.
My choices are sitting in an empty house or going home with Cam. I’ll choose Cam every time.
“Absolutely.”
We weave our way through the hallway, waving and stopping to chat with a few people on the way out, before we finally make it out to her car.
“I could use a nap,” she says, yawning as she pulls out of the parking lot.
“You always want a nap,” I point out.
Every Friday it’s the same thing––I ride home with her, and she falls asleep when we get there. I don’t mind because I’d rather be there with her sleeping than be sitting at home alone.
The driveway is empty when we pull up. While Cam’s parents are pretty absent, it’s not as bad as my house. They at least attempt to make an appearance once or twice a week. I haven’t seen mine in a month. My mom called yesterday, but she only talked about herself and what new places they were visiting. She didn’t ask me anything about me or how I was doing.
“Earth to Charlie! Damn, you’re distracted today,” Cam says, laughing, before getting out of the car. “You do need some dick.”
I scrunch up my nose in disgust. “Contrary to what you think, not everyone needs dick. I’ve not had any good experience that involves a guy or his dick. I’m good,” I point out.