I have never been so unmotivated.
Groaning inwardly, I roll out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. I brushed my teeth afterward and picked out my clothes.
I couldn't even sleep last night. Everything sucked. I felt even worse when I saw myself in the mirror with dark circles under my eyes and was paler than ever.
I put on a plain fitted lavender crop-top with long sleeves, high-waisted black jeans, and black Vans. I didn't bother to style my hair since I was feeling lazy.
I head downstairs and start to quickly eat my breakfast. Mom comes out of her room, already dressed for work, with a towel wrapped around her hair. She starts to eat her breakfast while I already finished mine and put my plate on the sink.
I grabbed my bag, kissed her goodbye and walked out the door.
Walking my way to the bus stop, I look at my surroundings. It all feels so new, but it doesn't give me the nausea of 'being new', unlike when we just moved in.
Since I was new, I don't want to be those students that get lost and be late on their first day and first subject in school. Or maybe even their second one.
So I saved myself from all the stress and risk of being late.
Last night, since I couldn't sleep, I went to the school's website and studied the campus map.
It took less than 15 minutes if I do say so myself.
It also says on the website that school starts at 8, the earliest school bus at 7.
I guess I'll wait a few more minutes.
There are only 5 of us here.
There're 3 freshmen. (I knew cause I heard them talking about it.)
And Ally's brother.
This bus reeks, and has mosquitos flying around. I wanna go home already.
After a few more minutes, I have arrived at my loathed destination.
Hell.
I tried my best to remember, but focusing on my thoughts right now is pretty difficult since everyone is looking at me. I guess this is how they treat fresh meat.
Seeing how people keep on looking at me made me feel nauseous all over again. It's so frustrating not being able to know what's on their mind. What do they think of me? Is something on my face? Do tell.
I swear I'll be a better person now since I'm having a bit of a taste test of hell.
Although, torture and hell fire is way better than this. What the hell do they want me to do? Breakdance?
I slightly laugh at my own choice of words.
Of course people just really have to see me laughing by myself. Great, now they think I'm psycho.
Eventually, after walking around, I got to the school's main office.
I picked up my schedule and decided to just hang out at the cafeteria while I wait for the bell to ring.
“Mel?" I look up.
I immediately sighed in relief when I saw a familiar face.
“Chloe," I smile and she sits on the chair opposite mine.
“So, how're your first few minutes of your first day here so far?" She asks.
Hell, duh.
“It is great," I fake a smile.
The bell rings, signaling the start of classes.
Chloe tells me to meet up at the same table at lunch break before separating with me as we both go to our first classes.
My first subject; English.
As if everything isn't bad enough, the teacher made me stand in front of the whole class and made me introduce myself.
I loathe everyone.
We were assigned to read a book of our choice and have to make an essay about it, due next week.
Truth be told, I was too lazy to read a new book so I decided to make an essay about a book that I have already read.
The rest of the day was a blur, I had lunch with Chloe, and Ollie wasn't around since he was sick.
Chloe claimed that he was probably lying since he went to some stupid ass party and was just hungover.
While eating, we found out that we have two classes together.
I asked her to show me around after our last class and she agreed.
I did master the twists and turns of the school last night, but it's different when you actually see it.
She finished giving me a tour of the school at nearly 4 and the bus leaves at 4:30.
I thanked Chloe for the tour and told her I'd see her tomorrow. I am seriously wishing that no more surprise events happen today. I'm both tired physically and mentally.
The first day of school ended. Unfortunately for me, I still have many hours before the late evening.
Late evening when I can peacefully eat dinner, go back up to my room and sulk.
Many things could still happen, which is the last thing I want for today.
I got home and saw mom arranging some papers on the coffee table.
I went up to my room, played some music, and wrote the essay and did my other homeworks that aren't due until Friday.
I like to play safe, sue me.
Or, in other words, I have nothing else better to do with my life at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Or any time for that matter.
After I was done, I wrote down a list of what I might do tomorrow while waiting for dinner.
I'm still having a hard time grasping the fact that I am both productive and lazy at the same time.
Though it doesn't make life any less depressing.
After a while, mom called me downstairs for dinner.
"How was your first day?" She asks, breaking the silence.
"It was great, I met this girl named Chloe, she showed me around campus," I tell her, leaving out my anxiety attacks and that I'm probably bulimic since I puked my whole lunch in the bathroom and missed half of 5th period.
"You know, I met a sweet boy yesterday, their house is just across the street."
"Oh wow, that's nice," I say, praying that's all she is going to say.
"His mom is inviting us over for dinner, Friday night." She adds.
Well, shit.
Good thing I finished all the requirements for this week, then. Yay.
I tried my best to look intrigued.
The whole day was depressing enough and now I have to socialize with more people?
I'm feeling euphoric, thanks mom.
It's my second day here at the town's high-school.I didn't like it. But I also didn't hate it.People still stared at me, but not like yesterday.They probably memorized all my features by now.I attended my classes in the morning, and then had lunch with Chloe.I got to meet Ollie and I enjoyed talking to him, to be honest.His hair was dyed platinum blonde and was styled like Stefan Salvatore's hero-hair, he had hazel eyes and thin lips.He had a good sense of humor, and we share the same opinion about things.We also both happen to get attracted to guys.He was proudly gay at heart.I genuinely admire him for that, not all people understand and accept homosexuality. Others are just being themselves and who they want to be.If some guys would want
An hour passed.And Ms. Parker hasn't come back yet."What the fuck do we do?" The black-haired guy groaned in frustration.I cover my face with my hands, trying to calm myself while thoughts keep on running in my mind and then I suddenly jumped at a noise.Ally's brother was punching the door.Repeatedly.Last time I checked, you are supposed to punch someone to hurt them, not yourself.And to make matters worse, it is not a person that he is punching, but a door.I know I am mentally unstable, but bro, you need to work on those anger issues."Ace, stop that." The black-haired guy said, putting his arm on Ace's shoulder, but he just shoves the guy away. The guy doesn't stop him anymore and sits back down.Is he for real? He is just going to take a seat while Ace
"Ace," I say, acknowledging his presence.Which is unwanted I might add."I, um, I want to apologize. You know, for what happened earlier," He says, staring right into my eyes.I was surprised, not all people can look straight into someone's eyes.Though it was dark, the post lights illuminated his face. It caused me to notice his dark brown hair, he had green-blue eyes that would even look grey if you would not look intently, his face shape was somehow in between oval and square because of his jawline, and kissable lips.Damn, he looks perfect. And he is only wearing a white shirt, black Nike shorts and flip-flops.Usually, I would get uncomfortable having eye contact with someone for more than three seconds. But he just kept staring, and I didn't mind.I now realized why."Are we okay?" He asks.He was waiting for an an
The weekend passed and before I knew it, it's the weekdays.Nothing was new, classes were the same.During lunch, all that Chloe and Ollie talked about was the bonfire."More girls lose their virginities during bonfires than prom," Ollie says with a sly grin."Speaking of, since when are you planning to lose yours?" Chloe asks him."I can ask you the same question, honey.""Can't say we have the same answer.""Still swooning over the same guy, I see," Ollie says teasingly."I'm actually planning on asking him to the bonfire." Chloe smiles, blushing."Oh really? Who's the guy?" I ask her."Ace Martins," She answers, smiling.Of course she likes Ace. The dude's practically perfect.Oh god, I remembered his abs."This bitch's been crushing on him since middl
Ace's POV"Fine," I tried my best not to roll my eyes and sighed instead, and the way her face lit up was simply priceless to look at.I couldn't find it in me to say no to her."Thank you, she'll be very happy," She smiles."I'll see you at the bonfire." I say and she silently says 'okay' while still smiling.I silently go down their stairs and quickly went out the door.I walk back to my house and I see my friends messing around the front yard."Ace, why are you smiling?" Paul asks me.I am?We got to the bonfire and I followed my friends who were approaching the little spot under the trees.They started putting up our tents, but I just stood there, looking for Melannie."A little help here, Ace?
Ace's POVEveryone cheered and sat down on the logs.Chloe sat on my left, while Mel sat with Tristan on my right."Do you have any idea on what the games are?" Mel asks me."Boring," I say and she scowled."Everyone likes a good suck and blow, right?" James says and people cheer once again.
Mel's POVWe kept on playing the game for about ten more minutes (more or less).It was fun, Chloe dared me to strip one of my clothes off every time I ask, and when someone asks me a question.I had already taken off the beanie and scarf Tristan gave me, along with my boots and socks.We were interrupted by cheers outside. They were all laughing and hooting, we all peeked out the tent to check what's happening.
I woke up at nearly 10. My head hurts so much but I have to fix my things.“How’s Chloe?” I whisper to Ollie. She hasn’t woken up yet.“She cried a lot last night then dozed off to sleep. She’ll get over him,” He rolls his eyes.I hope so.When I came back to our tent last night after talking to Ace, they were both asleep. Poor Chloe.I also felt guilty. I made her think that Ace actually likes her, if I hadn’t forced Ace, none of this would have happened. I knew that he had a choice, but I made him feel like he didn’t. Oh god, what have I done?