Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 17:37:22 +0200 From: Casey Carter Subject: WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME ? PART 2 THIS STORY IS THE COPYRIGHT OF THE OWNER (ME) SO PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR ANYTHING WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. ENJOY! 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