Outcast by Abigail Livinghouse (self help books to read TXT) 📕

Rafaela

My vision blurred as the boy in front of me leaned forward, his lips crushing mine. I threw my arms around his neck as he clutched my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I giggled as the boy’s hand slid up my back, again with the bra strap! C’mon here people! Did I look like the kind of girl who would wear a bra?

“What the hell?” An angry voice growled from somewhere behind the kid I was in the middle of swapping spit with.

“Get the hell off her.” The voice scolded, and suddenly the boy was ripped off of me and I went crashing to the ground, landing hard on my ass.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, observing my sore butt.

I looked up to see what had happened, and saw a blond haired preppy looking kid arguing with the red haired boy I had been kissing. Hmm, they were both cute. And it wouldn’t be the first time boys fought over me. I shrugged, deciding to watch the action unfold.

“What the hell man? I was kind of in the middle of something.” Red Hair sneered at Blondie.

“She’s my responsibility now, Nick. Sorry to ruin your fun, but I can’t let you continue with this. I’m taking her home.” Blondie shot back.

I wrinkled my nose in confusion. Wait a minute. Did Blondie just say he was taking me home? Red Hair–Nick, rolled his eyes, putting his hands up in defense.

“Whatever dude, I don’t care. Oh and here”, he tossed Blondie something that I couldn’t see. Blondie caught it and scowled, holding up the mystery item.

“What’s this for?” He asked.

“A key to our new apartment.” Nick sneered triumphantly. He turned, and looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “See you at home, brother.” He said and then left.

Blondie did not look very happy about the news that he had just been given by his brother apparently. I laughed.

“Well that was fucking hilarious.” I said. He looked down at me, studying me for a few moments, his gaze sharp.

“You”, he pointed a finger at me. I shrugged.

“Me?” I asked.

His eyes narrowed. I realized that he had really light green eyes. Huh, they were pretty. I shook my head, realizing that he was speaking. I tried to pay attention. No promises.

“I am not going to take care of you any longer. You are not worth it.” He said cynically. I snorted.

“Oh please. I’ll have you know that I’m way past worth it. I’m worth dying for honey. I’m the shit”, I leaned forward so that I was on my hands and knees looking up at him. “And don’t you forget it.” I finished, feeling accomplished.

His lip quirked at my words, and he rolled his eyes condescendingly, as if he didn’t give a damn what I said. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Who did he think he was talking to?

“You are such a brat.” He said, and my eyes snapped back to his face.

“Who in the hell do you think you are?” I shouted at him, knowing that no one would be able to hear me with the music turned all the way up and really not caring.

He knelt down, looking me in the eye. I realized that his eyes were really clear, and actually really sparkly, or at least I thought they were. Maybe it was because my head was spinning so much that his eyes seemed to sparkle, because my vision wasn’t at its best right now. I shut my eyes for a minute, trying to clear them up, but when I opened them again everything was still spinning! God damn it!

“Ugh”, I groaned and fell back on the floor, my head hitting it with a thunk. The boy moved forward in surprise, but disgust crossed his face as he saw me lying on the ground.

“What are you doing?” He asked me, his tone flat if not a bit bored or annoyed. I was betting on annoyed."

I’m laying down.” I said. “I’m tired.”

With a sigh, I heard him get to his feet. Good. Maybe he’d finally leave. “C’mon”, he said, and I felt him grip my hand.

“What the fuck!” I yelled, ripping my hand away. “Get your damn hands the fuck off me!” I shouted. I heard him sigh again.

“Get up. I’m taking you home.” He said. I laughed.

“Like hell you are. I aint going home with you for shit.” I said, stretching and getting comfortable.

The floor of the club wasn’t that hard actually. And I wasn’t that hammered. I felt someone grabbing my shoulders, probably Blondie, but I was too tired (and drunk obviously) to push him off, so I just let him pull me up and sit me upright.

“It’s time for you to go home.” He murmured in my ear. I didn’t know it I was tired or what but I just passed out right there after he said that.

Rafaela

When I woke up, I was in my room. It was dark, which meant that it was either really late in the afternoon or really early in the morning. Either way, I didn’t care. I sat up in bed, feeling not too comfortable.

My head was throbbing, my throat was dry, and there was a bad taste in my mouth. I looked down to see I was still in my leather dress that I had gone to the club in. When I tried to think about what happened last night it was fuzzy. I remember dancing, making out, getting in a fight, and then nothing. Oh shit . . . I hope I didn’t do anything too stupid last night.

I just thought this when I swung my legs over the bed, looked up, and noticed that there was someone else in my room with me. My eyes widened and tried to focus on who it was in the darkness. I couldn’t. My eyes still stung from the alcohol I had drank yesterday in Bliss.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked the dark shadow in the corner of my room. The shadow shook its head.

“I’m the person who brought you home when you were drunk off your ass last night.” The guy said.

I scowled as he came forward. He was pretty tall, with warm blond hair that was tousled like he had just been out in the wind, shining green eyes, and wearing a blue sweater, jeans, and designer shoes. My eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as I tried to place him. I couldn’t. Everything that happened last night was still a blur.

“Are you from my school? And what the fuck are you doing in my bedroom? I don’t do side jobs, even though I’m sure that would be the highlight of your life I’m just not into it. Hate to break it to you.” I said, standing up and stretching. The boy rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to make sure you were alright.” He said. I laughed.

“Why do you care?” I asked him. He shook his head.

“I don’t know.” He said almost to himself. I gave him a funny look.

“It’s not like I don’t love having boys in my bedroom, hate to tell you, but you’re just not my type. So just haul ass, kay? Good.” I said, heading into my bathroom.

“I’m not here because I want to be, trust me.” I heard him say behind me. I stepped out of the bathroom, my toothbrush in my hand.

“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows. “Then why are you here?” I asked.

“Because I have to be.” He said flatly.

I began brushing my teeth, going back into the bathroom to spit. I wiped my mouth and when I came back out he was still there.

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” I asked. I just wanted to take a shower and make plans for tonight. I looked at my clock. Two fucking a.m.!

“Are you nuts?” I yelled at him. He vaguely looked at me.

“I’m beginning to think I am.” He said. I waved my hands.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Look, I don’t know if you’re retarded or stupid, or what, but I don’t care. I just want you to get the hell out of my house! It’s two in the morning and I should be at the club right now, not talking to you.” I said, going back into the bathroom to redo my makeup. He followed me, standing in the doorway while I took a wet washcloth and dabbed at my cheeks and eyes.

“I hate this just as much as you.” He said.

I looked at him in the mirror. His hair was shining, and his eyes were clear and sharp. It’s not that he wasn’t cute, just really fucking annoying.

“I doubt that. Why don’t you just go?” I asked, applying fresh blush and mascara, then moving on to eye shadow. “Who are you anyway?” I asked as I colored my eyelids black and deep lavender. He sighed, watching me work.

“Gabriel.” He said.

“Okay. Now what are you doing here?” I asked again, digging in the drawers for my purple lipstick. I could’ve sworn I had worn it last night.

“I brought you home from the club yesterday when you were unbelievably drunk. You wouldn’t have been able to make it without me.” Gabriel said.

I could actually believe that. Wouldn’t be the first time a guy has brought me home from the club without me knowing. But usually they asked for something in return, and this guy hadn’t mentioned anything like that.

“What do you want?” I asked him, still rooting for my lipstick.

“Here”, he said, placing something on the bathroom counter. When he removed his hand I saw it was my tube of magenta lipstick.

“Thanks.” I picked it up and unscrewed the cap. “Where’d you find it?” I asked.

“You dropped it at the club last night when you laid down to take a nap on the dance floor.” He said cynically.

I inwardly cringed. I didn’t know I had been that drunk. Damn, I should really try to keep track of what I drink and how much of it.

“Woops. My bad. Well thanks for the favor but you can go now.” I said, finishing up, pulling my hair back, and observing myself in the mirror.

I looked pretty damn sexy with