Caden "Deck" Mandelle
Candles melt the Cake.
19.
If I were a book, I’d be written like this.
I'm a smooth talker, very confident and passionate.
Movie Trailer.
Oh, Goursh, what can I say about myself?
I'm a fish-hating, rabbit-loving, skateboarder, computer freak.
I love to go places, in fact, I'm rarely at my house.
My friends call me a dork because I constantly dance to Britney Spears but my favorite bands include Lacuna coil, Nightwish, TFK, and MSI. Weird, eh? I listen to some pop slut but am in love with metal style music.
I'm very expressionate and use my hands to tell a story or even just say my first name.
Oh, don't call me Caden. I'll kick your scrawny a** any day for that.
Why?
"Caden, baby!" Adalee squealed, throwing her arms around my neck, "Buy me these?" she asked, her friend holding up a $250 pair of pink stilettos. Of course, as whipped as I am, I gave in, earning a lip-glossed kiss.
I gave her the money and she ran off to the counter with Rochelle, her best friend.
Greg gave me a scornful look, rolling his eyes, "Dude, I don't trust her."
I shook my head, giving him a look that told him to shut up or leave.
A week later I found myself running out of a party, tears threatening my eyes. I sat on the curb, calming down before i drove myself home.
"Oh? Did you think those kisses really meant something?" Adalee's voice rung through my head, making me dizzy.
"What a shame, two years wasted." I heard her more clearly now. She was right behind me.
"And you never knew she was with me," a male voice chimed in. I stood up, turning towards them. I ran up towards the guy and pushed him to the ground forcefully. Adalee screamed at us, trying to get us to stop. We fought for a good half-hour until the guywhiny boy ran off crying. I looked at Adalee, spat on her and stormed off, throwing the watch she gave me on the wet concrete ground.
"But, Caden baby!" she yelled out.
And that was the last I've ever heard come out of her shiny pink lips.
Dirty Little Secret
I can't wink.
Sexuality
Straight.
