Teen mom - Chapter eighteen

LEXI'S POV


"TEN. NINE. EIGHT. SEVEN. SIX. FIVE. FOUR. THEEE. TWO. ONE!" Everyone shouts before grabbing there backpacks and pushing past each other.


I get outside and everyone basically running to there cars excited to get back into the summer schedule of partying and staying up late.


I start my car and drive home but stop at Kwik Trip on my way back and put twenty dollars in gas and get a coffee.


I drink the coffee and bring my stuff inside but sit down for only a hour before I go to work.


I've been working as much as possible basically since I stopped drugs and everything.


I work to keep my mind of things and to help save up money.


Work seems to go on slower and slower because it's officially summer.


I get off work at eight-closing and get into my car before looking at my notifications.


Morgan and Jake texted me saying come over they're having a first day of summer party and there parents aren't there for the next two days.


I text them and tell them I will after going home to change.


It feels like spring still and I keep my jeans on and put on a different tshirt.


I put my hair down and go over it with my straightener before I tell my mom I'll be at Morgan's.


She agrees and I drive there, it now being 9:30 there's a lot of people and mostly everyone's drunk already.


I push my way threw people and go to find Morgan or Jake but can't find either.


I go upstairs to Morgan's room but it's occupied by people getting it on so go to Jake's.


He wouldn't let no one in his room I know that so I hope he's in here.


He isn't in his room so I shut his door going back into the hallway bumping right into someone.


"Sorry." I say before even looking up to see who it is.


It's Jake, he smiles a little and chuckles.


"You made it," he says and leans against the wall.


He smells of cheap beer and vodka, he isnt drunk but pretty close.


He must've had a lot to drink already seeing how he is.


"Yeah," I say and lean against the other wall facing him.


"Let's go down stairs and get you something to drink,"


I nod and follow him, i dont have to worry about work i dont work tomorrow.


By the time i get into the kitchen where Jake is he's already taking shots with some guy, but not just some guys its Dylan. Well thats weird seeing them together and not one laying on the floor in pain.


I get into the kitchen and grab something to drink but i just get a water i dont really want to be drunk right now.


Seems like a bit of people moved into there garage so i go to see what its all about and its people smoking pot.


I don't want to argue with Jake and i dont even want to smoke right now so i go to go back inside but Jake opens the door and looks mad.


"Were you doing shit again?" He almost yells.


"No! I came out here to see why everyone was out here and saw they were smoking and was coming back inside,"


"Blake, she smoke at all?" Jake yells out to his friend sitting smoking in the garage.


"No walked in and was just walking back out," He says and turns back to his friends.


"Really?" I ask Jake.


"How am i supposed to know?" He says.


"Because i told you. If i wanted to smoke id do this," I say walking over to his friend Blake and smoking before going back over to Jake.


"Thank you so much for believing me, not," I say and walk past him back into the house.


I push past people as fast as I can and go into their laundry room off the bathroom.


I sit in the laundry room for about ten minutes before I hear Jake.


"Have you seen Lexi?" Jake asks someone.


"No," some guy replies.


"She's such a pain in the ass sometimes I swear," I hear Jake reply.


I hear feet moving away but then my phone goes off and it's Jake calling and he comes into the laundry room.


I mentally slap myself for not putting my phone on silent.


He stumbles in and almost falls over. He's wasted.


"What are you doing in here?" he asks.


"Nothing just trying not to be such a pain in the ass. I didn't know I was such a burden,"


"I didn't mean it like that! Stop overreacting!" he yells and I flinch from the harshness.


"Yeah I'm just overacting like everything else!" I yell right back and move to walk away.


I get to the door but Jake's hand grips my arm above my wrist tightly.


"What?" I ask as he's still gripping my arm very hard.


He just keeps holding my arm and it seems to be getting tighter and tighter.


"Jake let go," I say.


He keeps holding my arm and I swear it can't hurt anymore than it does but his grip keeps getting tighter and it hurts more.


"Jake," I say and wipe the tears that have fell and get my arm free.


He lets go finally and the sting in my arm goes away.


"I'm sorr-" he says but I don't hear the rest of his apology because I leave the room and slam the door after myself.


I just hear him start talking to someone else as I walk away.


I go into his kitchen and slam four shots and grab a bottle of some black cherry hard lemonade alcohol drink that sounded good and go into the garage.


I'm gonna turn up because I really want to get shit off my mind.


I drink half my drink just waiting for someone to pass me the bowl of weed they're sharing.


I wait to get it passed again and smoke and smoke and smoke.


I finish my drink and go and grab another and drink half before I know I'm really messed up because I can barely stand up straight.


I go to talk to Jake but he gets to me before I even turn around.


He convinces me to go outside to talk since there's less people and it's more quiet.


"Just let me explain," he says.


"No you don't need to explain I get it," I say and start walking away to my car.


Jake is more sober now that I can tell he showered and he catches up faster than I'd like.


"Stop being such a bitch and let me explain!" he yells.


I get to my car and before I can shut my door and drive away Jake stops be.


"Get out of you car your way to messed up to drive," he try's to talk me out of driving.


"Leave me alone,"


"Stop being so fucking stupid and get out of you car," he's shouting now.


I slam my door and drive away and towards my house.


The tears are rushing down my face and blurring my vision but I stay in my lane, just going faster than I should be.


It's the screeching sound of tires and the impact of the car that hits me that causes everything to go black.


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