The Lost One

Chapt. 8

I woke up right next to him, his arms were wrapped around my waist. I tried pulling them off but it didnt work. So i tried the next best thing.

A slap.

Hey, I had to wake him up somehow, right? I had to pee , so.

slap

"Ow!" He complained. His eyes shooting open. "The-"

"I need to pee," I stated cutting him off.

He rolled his eyes letting go.

I grabbed my phone, because what would using the bathroom look like without your phone? A horror movie, thats what.

I scrolled through the instagram pictures.

Until one caught my eye as i gasped.

Me.

In a model's body.

Photoshopped.

I saw the user who posted it.

@jamicalivi2443 posted a picture of you on instagram!

"Who on planet earch was this person!?" i hissed.

"everything alright in ther-"

"I'm fine." I said cold heartedly.

he sighed. "What's wrong?"

"Did i just explain? NOTHING, leave me alone. Go home or whatever." I growled. This was not fair. This person could just delete the picture they had the freedom of that. But me? Nope, I had to live with people at school laughing at me because I looked like the schools prostitute. Even though it's been photoshopped I KNEW that someone was going to bully me for this. Well if that was the case they're in for it.

He chuckled. "I'm not leaving until you come out." He laughed as if he wasn't affected by my words. I finished using the bathroom and pulled up my pants and flushed.

"Why do you care?" I hissed as he looked at my head peeking out the door.

He was sitting on the edge of my bed with his arms crossed.

"Why shouldn't i?" I winced. I could think of alot of reasons.

"I don't know." I lied.

He got up from the bed as he put on his jacket over top of his white t-shirt. It was a leather brown jacket that has probably seen better days, yet somehow he pulled it off. Haha, punny.

"you're leaving?" I asked kind of disapointedly. Trying to cover up the disapointment I let the evil sparkle come to my eye as I smiled a fake smile I've practiced way too much.

"Didn't I promise you I would?" He asked walking towards the window before he turned his head towards me and smirked, "I always keep my promises." And with that he walked out of my bedroom window. Or jumped I guess.

I sighed. No, you didnt promise that but okay.

It was sunday and tomorrow was monday. Most likely thing to happen with me on a sunday: Go to church, do homework and go to bed. No homework today, I'm finding out who did this.

I hopped into the shower and let the warm water trickle down my body as I rubbed all the oil off of my body. Taylor Swift was singing in the backround because I have an ipod and use it when i take showers. Don't judge. By time I got out it was 10:37am I had about 10 minutes to drive to church. So I brushed and didnt bother with makeup. I zipped up my brown leather boots with studs that went great with my white leggings that hugged my legs nicely. I also put on a sweater that was this violet color and a scarf that was white. My socks mismatched but i didnt care, because honestly, who's going to see?

I walked out forgetting my jacket so i ran back inside like an idiot and grabbed my long brown fuzzy jacket. Then ran out to my parents black car and turned the keys . As the engine roared to life i turned on the "christian radio" . I drove there by myself because i knew my parents never ever went to church with me.

After a five minute drive i arrived, I parked the car as i opened the car door. Greeting some random new strangers ready for church i opened one of the double doors for them. They thanked me as i welcomed them. My teachers were getting ready for Sunday class when i realized i forgot not only my purse but: my BIBLE. I sighed this is just great. I guess i could use one of the extra bibles but they were always KJV (King james version). I wouldn't mind it so much if i could actually understand it. I grabbed some hot coffee and a donut and walked into class as my classmates greeted me. I sat down in a beat-up metal chair with my name scrached on it. (don't ask, long story from years ago.) "Okay class open up your bibles to Mark 5:3." I opened up to there and wasn't suprised when the words thou, hast, maketh and many other words clouded the reading.

*****
I was sitting on the couch twisting my hair on the phone with Emily.

"Eh." I replied to her comment about black nail polish.

"What's wrong babes?" She questioned sweetly.

"Hmm?" I realized my dull tone. "Oh, nothing I'm just , I don't want to go grocery shopping but my mom-"

Ding dong
A text on my phone was ending the call. "Got to go" I muttered. The text was from Ethan,

"Dinner you, me, tonight? ;)" before I could reply the doorbell rang again.

I opened the door and gasped. Jarred had his hands in his pockets looking at me sincerely.

"Your parents home?" He asked. Oh, that's why he was being nice.

Lying I muttered a "yes"

He cocked a brow, "oh?"

"Bye," I shut the in his face.

He and I thought of the same thing. The back door was always unlocked when I was home alone I always forgot.

I ran to the door locking it quickly and ran upstairs to my room shutting the door violently. Curling up into a ball.

Then I realized, when did Ethan get my phone number to text? Maybe when I was sleeping.

My phone buzzed "incoming call from Ethan"

I answered shaking a bit, "h-hello?"

I asked. Dang it, my voice was shaking.

His voice comforted me though. "Julia? Are you okay?" He asked concern threading through his words. "Julia??" He asked again.

"I'm-um-um" I quickly stuttered making no sense at all.

"I'm coming over." He stated like it was a fact.
"NO!" I practically screamed.

"Julia.. What the -" he cussed, "what's going on?" He sounded scared..?

"He's... He's .. Here." My bedroom door opened after I said that quietly I shrieked crawling under my bed my phone dropping.

"Julia?!" He yelled on the other line.

"Don't cry..." I whispered.

"Boo" someone said.

I screamed holding my hands to my ears.

"Gosh Julia , it's just me" my friend Emily said looking under the bed laughing.

"DONT. Ever . Do. That." I stated coldly.

"Alright," she said putting her hands up in defeat.

"Listen I'm going to shop with-" she started but I didn't want to go.

"I can't,"

"You can't?" She questioned her eyebrow raising.

"I'm busy with homework and I feel sick I don't want to go, sorry, bye!" I quickly shoved her out of the room.

I heard the door shut and a sigh of relief swept over me.

I lie down on the ground closing my eyes quietly enjoying this peace. I woke up to someone opening the door and yelling my name.

"JULIA!" Someone shouted.

A/n

Typos, bye.