Break Me, Fix Me, Repeat.

Chapter 5

Author's Note-

So at the beginning of writing Break Me, Fix Me, Repeat., I put to the side that the actor used to 'play' Cameron's role was Liam Payne. I changed it to Beau Mirchoff, a.k.a. Matty from Awkward.

Reason being:

I had the description in my head, I knew I wanted him to be tall and muscular and tan with green eyes and sort of wavy hair when it was long, but the only person I could think of at the time to fit the description in any way was Liam Payne. I mean, I don't care if you use Liam over Beau, but in my head Cameron looks like Beau. (there should be a picture of him to the right that says 'Meet Cameron') 

I figured I could change the 'role' in time, hint, Cameron is about to start his main role in the story, so I figured I changed it in time so people wont get confused.

Anyways, you can use whoever you want! I don't give a rat's ass :) your imagination and visual is all that matters.

Thanks for reading this, enjoy the chapter!

~Avery

P.S. BEAU MIRCHOFF IS HOT. Totally crushing on him.

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Surprisingly, I woke up an extra half hour early than I was supposed to.

I took the extra time as an advantage to make sure I looked more than decent today; I was nervous to go back, and I was hoping I could start over instead of going back to where I left off.

That didn't mean I was going to try to be friends with everyone, but I was going to do my best to act normal, not awkward. Maybe I can at least tolerate everyone instead of hiding behind my hair, unless people give me a reason to do otherwise.

But who knows what might happen.

I took maybe a fifteen minute shower; ten minutes longer than I normally would. It gave me a chance to relax my muscles and to try to think positive thoughts about school today.

Yay school.

After I rung out my light brown hair, I quickly blow-dried it, causing it to straighten instead of forming into beachy waves like it normally would when I would let it air dry. I took the straightener to my hair and made it more straight than it was before hand; if my hair wasn't already soft enough, it was practically silk by the time I was done with the flat iron.

I stood in front of mirror and decided that today was a good day for make-up, not that I would put a lot on anyways.

I applied a beige eye shadow over my lid, along with some black eyeliner and mascara. I didn't need any blush because I figured I would be blushing more than usual today; not sure if it would be in a bad way or good way.

My face was actually close to perfect, and I was impressed with my work considering I am a complete amateur when it comes to doing my make-up.

Clothes were a different story though. Grace gave me most of her clothes when she started to get sick; her newly found wardrobe consisted of sweatpants and t-shirts, and she insisted that I wore her clothes because she wasn't putting them into any use.

I tossed clothes in and out of my of my suitcases, trying to find anything that would satisfy the look I was aiming for today.

I guess simple was all I was trying to accomplish; I found a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that were snug around my waist and sat at the small of my back. I put on a black tank top that was a little too short and I threw a sheer, red top over it. It was round more than it was tight, making it flow.