Dash

by Shantel Tessier

Everyone knows that alcohol is only a temporary fix. All you are left with the morning after is a badass headache. You’re still gonna remember the heartache and betrayal.

I look like a horror movie gone wrong. My dark hair still looks freshly fucked, only with a few added leaves in it. What makeup is still on has smeared across my face. And my light brown eyes are bloodshot.

I throw my arm over my eyes and curse myself. What in the hell did I just let him do? Did I really just let him go down on me in the middle of the day on my parents’ lawn furniture? Yes, yes I did! And it was fucking amazing!

And I really have fallen for him. ‘Cause, otherwise, it wouldn’t hurt this bad. The betrayal I feel wouldn’t cut so deep.

I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I just beat the shit out of Rodger, or that I just got my racing job back, but I walk out of the cell with my head held high and a fuck you smile on my face.

I wonder if Dash will be there. Would they ask him to go when they know I’m going? And if they do, will he ask if I’ll be there? See what I mean? Thoughts like these keep me up all night.

I get it girl

“You’ll be okay,” Dash says running his hand down my back. I shake my head quickly. “You don’t understand; I can’t even give oral reports in school. I get terrified.” “You’ve never had a problem with giving me oral,” he whispers, and I shove him. He laughs.