Not Your Birthday by Kelsey Rayson (13 inch ebook reader TXT) 📖

I grabbed the Sky Vodka from the cabinet, and set it on the table. I grabbed the Orange juice out of the fridge along with a glass I kept in there to keep it cold. I poured the orange juice and the vodka into the cup. Taking a wig of the contents inside the cold cup, while sitting down. I winced at the burning in my throat but just ignored it. I heard footsteps start to come down the stairs. He smiled at me standing at the doorway of the kitchen. I just took a glance at him, and pretended that the drink was just way interesting.

"Drinking away your feelings I see." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Dad, I'm not in the mood." I growled roughly at him. I felt guilty a little. I mean my dad was one of the coolest dad's in the world and i'm sitting here growling at him, talk about a bitch. "Sorry." I mumbled under my breath.

"I think you should go see him." He said sitting down drinking straight from the bottle of vodka. "God knows me and your mom are tired of your constant nightmares. If that's what you want to call it." He smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back, but it disappeared when I took in what he said to me.I pushed my hair behind my ears.

"It's not that easy." I stated bluntly.

"Actually it's as easy as 1, 2, 3." He joked "All you have to do is walk up to him and tell him how you feel." He shrugged jugging the remains of the orange juice. I sneered at him, if he only knew how many times I tried just walking up to him and telling him how I felt.

"What you mean is it's as easy as kissing a bear." I corrected him. "You might get close, and it's a giant risk especially if there's a 95% chance that if you kiss it, you will get mauled alive." I smiled frailly at him.

"But you have to think about the other 5%, maybe you won't get mauled." He smirked, this guy is supposed to be a dad.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Aren't you supposed to keep me away from boys."

"Stone, I can keep you away from boys but I can't keep you away from the one you love." He shrugged simply.

"Even if that douche bag dumped you daughter and broke her heart all in one." I paused for a minute. "I never said I loved him." I snapped.

"But you never said you didn't Stone." He said flicking my nose while getting out of the chair. Heading up stairs. It was like he was never there. I stared at the blank seat in front of me.

Flashback*

"So this is supposed to be seducing?" I asked looking into his green eyes. They were so deep and just amazing to look in to.

"Uh duh every couple does it!" He exclaimed.

"Well remember that we're my first couple." I said smiling at him, he took a moment and then grinned widely at me.

"I'll remember that Stone." He dipped the juicy red strawberry into the melted chocolate fondue, he put it near my mouth waiting for me to open up. I shook my head. "Come on Stone you're being a big baby." He said making a train sound.

"No it looks nasty." l laughed. "How bout we just go get stoned in a romantic way." I pushed his hand away. He rolled his eyes at me.

"I don't even think there's a possible way to be romantic while getting stoned Stone." He put the strawberry down on the plate in front of us.

"What ever we do together is roantic babe." I winked at him.

"Fine can I have a kiss though?" He walked up to me, my lips were just tingling to get kissed but there was know sign of his lips touching mine. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could get a word out I felt something sweet and chocolaty inside my mouth. I opened my eyes to glare at him, but when I started to chew on it the thing was so delicious so flavorful. I stopped in my tracks to pick up another one. He came over to give me a kiss but I pushed him out of my way.

I was going to have to see him again. No if's and's buts or maybe's, I'm excited. Ha ha no I'm not. I slipped on my sweats along with a black tank top and vans in the same color I pushed back my brown hair. I went down to the living room. There was smoke everywhere and I already knew what was happening. I let out a huge groan they knew how much I hated when they smoked out in the open, I would smell like weed and then everybody else would automatically label me ''Stone". "Hey baby girl." Mom said putting the bowl on the coffee table. "Do you want me to get a bowl for you?" She asked me, I swear my parents weren't normal.

"Mom," I said sternly.

She raised her eyebrows at me slightly. "Me and Dad knew how hard today was going to be for you. first day of school, first day seeing him." She drifted off, I could see how bad she felt bringing it up she knew it still hurt me and it hurt them to. They loved him almost as much as I love him. I took the bowl from her and inhaled deeply, letting out a sigh right after. I saw Urban come down the stairs. I stuck out the bowl to Urban, he shook his head and roughly bit into the apple.

"They already got you didn't they?" I asked looking into his eyes, he looked high as fuck eyes red and droopy.

He smiled at me. "I have four apples in my bookbag, along with three bags of chips." He laughed.

"Fatty." I joked, I put the bowl down and picked up the keys throwing them at him. Once we got outside I took out my Victoria Secrets perfume, and sprayed it all over myself, Urban did the same with his axe. We got into the car. "So you and Hally, another slut and jock story?" I asked him, he glared at me. He hated it when I mentioned Hally like that. He ran his hands through his brown hair.

"I don't really feel like going after her this year, I want a challenge." He said looking straight at the road.

"Hally, wasn't a challenge enough?" I asked in shock mockery. He glared at me once again, pushing his buttons were one of my delights.

"So, Stone. You and Stephen getting back together?" He shot back on me, that really hurt. I wanted to punch him in the gut, or rip his hair out. "I'm sorry I didn't mean that Stone.." He said pputting his hand on my shoulders. I turned to glare at him. He winced "The name fits you perfectly." He sighed I looked at him in confusion. "When you're angry your eyes just turn to...well stone." He said.

"If you didn't know my name is Kristonie." I said in disgust I really hated that name. I hated a lot of nothing. "So what's the update? Parties I mean."

"I won't know till this afternoon I'll let you know though." He put the car on park taking his precious time. My hand was on the door handle just itching to open and leave but i had no clue to why I wanted to leave the car so bad. Urban quickly locked the car door and looked at me with a smile. "Stop worrying okay," He said gently. "For all we know the tabloids could be wrong, and he might not come here."

I scoffed at that. "Tabloids may lie urban, but I'm pretty sure the newspaper doesn't. Especially about the mayors son." I unlocked the door and hopped out flipping my black hair back and twisting my grey Pink brand sweats. I was looking around everywhere to see if I could see any sign of him. A crowd of girls, a limo pulling up, his gorgeous black hair. I wonder if he died it? If so what color? Okay Stone don't think about this, your not supposed to think about how he looks now, your supposed to stay away from him. He dumped you out of nowhere after dating you for a whole year. He doesn't deserve to be on your mind. I suddenly bumped into what I thought was a brick wall "Shit" I muttered under my breath. I looked up and saw that I had stumbled into the one thing I was trying to avoid. "Stephen?" I asked so quietly.

"Stone." His face was in shock. He put out a and to help me up. I just looked at it, he still had a football players hands. I ignored his hand and got up swiftly, I looked at him again feeling the tears ready to explore the surfaces of my face. I ran away from him. Ran, just like I do when I'm in track. I stopped at the track breathing heavily, I heard the faint sound of a bell ring. I couldn't go to class. Not while my face was blotchy and red. Not while my heart was still aching for a boy who dumped me a year ago.

I went straight to my locker in gym and switched out my clothes. Skipping a couple of periods to run wouldn't harm anyone. Well I hope not. I put my book bag down and put my hair up. I turned the volume on my ipod up sticking the headphones in my ear. I started to jog around the track. Feeling the wind hit my face was the best feeling of running, along with the soreness in my legs it made me feel fresh and new. I ran 8 laps, which is two miles, and the only time I've passed was like thirty minutes of my first class you've got to be kidding me. I did a couple more laps then got dressed back in. We had thirty minutes of class left and I decided to just go. Since today is the first day of school.

I stepped into the classroom with all eyes on me. The teacher looked at me quizzically , then looked down at her attendance sheet, pushing her fiery red hair away from her face. "Kristonie?" She asked, she had that look that was just hoping she said the name