Bad Summer People Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!

"Fuck that. I ain't messing with Daniel fucking Ortega." "You guys are useless. All of you." "Listen, Smith. If you want to survive this year, I will stay far away from Daniel. Didn't you hear the rumors? I heard he is in a gang!" Ah great, did I really mess with a gang member? Maybe I should listen to Thomas. Well...at least I made it out of here alive. You know....despite pissing off the big, scary Danny. That guy belongs in the looney bin. After school, I headed to the senior center.

That I was failure…somewhere along the line, I decided that being a bad person was much better than being a failure. But that was all before I met Summer. From the moment I saw her again, she was like this light shining into my life and it wasn’t so dark anymore, it wasn’t so gloomy. I didn’t think I was a failure when I was with her, neither did I want to be a bad person. She made me realize I could still feel, that I wasn’t some broken toy incapable of love.

Sad for the people she lost; scared for the people she doesn’t want to lose. “Pretty Lady, you’re making me sad too…” Jo looks up at her with her eyes welling with tears. “Don’t cry, honey,” Halsey consoles her. “I’m just a little sad, that’s all.” “If you’re sad, I’m sad.” It makes Halsey inadvertently giggle. “I don’t wanna go back to the penthouse tonight,” Jo mumbles. “It’s too cold there without dad. Can we stay here? Please?” Halsey is in a dilemma but she can’t refuse Jo.

“Never mind. How could you know?” Adam stopped and then held my hand. “I understand you. Really. You see, this is just for public appearance. Something they can show on TV.” He gazed at me. “Listen. People can get very disapproving most of the time. They are envious. This charity was once questioned because some people thought the funds were coming from something illegal, but it’s not. Therefore, we need this gathering—the rest is uncontrollable. You are right, too, sweetheart. The extravagance is present. But believe me behind what’s happening here, the people’s money, their donations… it will serve its purpose.”

"Fair." When we arrived back at my place, I wasn't ready to be alone. "Movie night?" I suggested, knowing my friends would understand it was more about distraction than entertainment. Tamara already had N*****x pulled up on her phone, scrolling through options. "Horror or comedy?" "Comedy," I said quickly. The last thing I needed was something that would make me overthink more. As we settled in, popcorn between us and a ridiculous rom-com playing, I finally let myself breathe. Sophie's face kept flickering in my mind—her innocence, her joy, her complete lack of understanding about the complicated history between her father and me.

The only times we called were to ask about things in the room or if any one of us were around to pick up something for the other. "Do you think he's romantic?" Andrea asked. I groaned. "I don't know. I don't know that guy like that and I've told you he's bad news. Like the bad boy type of bad news. He doesn't care about people's feelings, Andrea." She shrugged. "You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time."

A lot had change within 24hours that serious could not explain, from going to the bar with the thought of having the fun of her life, completely getting over her ex boyfriend, to having a quickie with a hot man, whose bed she was currently lying on, she could not explain what she was feeling at the moment, could not tell if it was a good or bad feeling. His phone rang breaking them apart, Alex reluctantly reached out for his phone lying on the drawer close to his bed, he flung it across the room when he saw the content of the message, it was Pearl, sending him her naked well shaved, and wet pussy, with the caption, " I can't wait to be fucked by you again"

He greeted Charlie’s friends before surprising her with his plan, “Let’s go home, Babe.” “What? Why? Aren’t you going to celebrate?” she asked, raising a brow. Taylor made a face. “We’ll do that tomorrow. I need time to recover. Someone completely ruined my mood—I just witnessed a live-action horror movie in the locker room. Plot? Awful. Special effects? Disturbing. The monster? Crawled straight out of hell wearing lingerie.” “What? What happened?” Charlie asked, but she didn’t understand how bad it was until they got home.

“Hmm. Let’s see... South Park?” Olivia laughed, shaking her head as she reached for the scallions. “Nope. Not even close.” “BoJack Horseman? No, too depressing,” he mused, sliding one of the glasses toward her across the marble island. “Give me a hint.” “Big Mouth,” she said, popping a blackberry into her mouth. Derek actually choked on a laugh, nearly spilling his own drink. “No way. Absolutely not. That show is... Liv, that show is aggressively filthy.”