Zombie Girl

It Didn't Happen

Y/N's POV-

The next day came as fast as I wish it hadn't. I pulled an all-nighter, due to the fact that I was cringing to myself to that of the actions I undertook. I still had the taste of her strawberry flavored lips, engraved in my tongue, never did it once leave my senses. Although I had to admit it, that girl was one hell of a fucking kisser. Damn did she leave me wanting more, and damn did I wish I didn't feel like this.

She was a weirdo. A creep. A cripple. And I made out with her in a closet? Who am I?

I threw myself out of bed with a yawn, ready to get the sleep that I wish I had last night, back. I get a look in my smudged of food and alcohol mirror, taking notice of the terrible eyebags evident under the skim of each eye. I looked like her, the weirdo. Maybe I should call myself that... I mean now that I think about we kind of have the same bed head. That is I actually brush mine out, apposed to her, who comes into school looking like a freak.

I get changed into lazy clothes, gray sweatpants with a light black some what crop top. Putting my hair into a pony tail and pulling a few strands from the front, I grab my mascara and eyeliner, then begin to apply it. Makeup was something I would always put on no matter the occasion. It was something that I wore to boost the non living confidence inside of me. Although I might act tough and judgmental to others... it is nothing compared to hard I am to myself and self esteem.

With that, I head downstairs, immediately being greeted by Petra, the only person I like, as you all know.

"Make sure you have an actual breakfast please honey... not just a pop tart or a granola bar", Petra mentions and extends her arm out towards me, my school bag in hand. I take it from her and so easily sling it over my shoulders, casually passing by the girl and making my way to the counter.

"Will this do?" I questioned as I raise up a banana, a tiny one to be precise.

"Um no? How about I fix up some eggs, yeah?" She already started to the kitchen to grab out the nearest frying pan before I place my hand on her arm to stop her.

"I'll be late for school... thank you but I can't", I sigh, peeling the banana in hand.

"Alright baby have fun at school!" She plants a kiss on my cheek as she returns the frying pan back to its place.

"Don't call me that."

"Alright sorry baby... I love you", she exclaimed with a sarcastic tone. I roll my eyes and turn to the door, and as I head out, I informally hold up the middle finger, back still faced to her.

"Baby how could y-"

I close the front door before she could finish, chuckling as I found myself pretty funny. Petra and I were always close, so I could be myself and joke around a bit with her. She was the only person who actually made me happy, and although I've never actually told her those exact words, she still knows how important she is to me, thus treating me like an "angel" as she likes to call me.

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I pull into the furthest spot possible in the schools' parking lot, going un noticed until I finally reach the front doors. Sasha runs up to me, lips quivering as if she was holding some sort of liquid in her mouth.

"Y/N is what I heard correct about last night?" Sasha finally blurts her curiosity. I give her the look of 'I don't want to talk about it', however she seems to not take notice of my suggestive actions. "Is that a yes or no?" She asks, trying her best to keep up with my fast stroll down the hall, trying ever so hard to shake her off my tail and have her go bother someone else. Maybe Mikasa. They were close friends... why couldn't she go bother her instead?