"I don't want to put my trust in anyone.
'Cause nothing that I knew
Turned out to be true.
And I don't want to put my trust in anyone.
- Ivy
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I wake up the next morning tired and yawning.
I didn't really get much rest last night. I tossed and turned in bed until about one in the morning just thinking about everything that's happened with Sean. When I finally did fall asleep, I had a dream about him. In the dream, he had never hurt me, and I was happy.
See, that's the really annoying thing about dreams. People always talk about how awful nightmares are, but at least with those, you're glad to wake up. You feel relieved when you realize that everything that happened wasn't real.
When you dream though, your life is better there. Maybe broken things are fixed, or wrong things are made right. Sometimes they feel so real that it's easy to get lost in them. But once you wake up, and that euphoric feeling fades, you're left with this empty feeling of disappointment. Like you lost something.
It kind of sucks.
Needless to say, once I woke up, I didn't have it in me to try to go back to sleep. I didn't want to dream about Sean again. It would only make it more difficult to go to school and face the real version of him. You know, the one that continues to act like a bipolar jerk?
Anyway, I decide to just get up and start getting ready for school. My entire body aches from yesterday's practice as I roll out of bed, so I automatically dread what today's practice is going to be like. Still, I manage to get out of the house in record time, and I make it to school before the first bell even rings.
The hallways are emptier at this time than usual, and I use the opportunity to meander a bit, choosing to take the long way to my locker.
As I make my way through the halls, I'm reminded of what I decided on last night: avoid Hunter at all costs.
Okay, so yesterday, I may have lost my head when I agreed to show him around, but I mean, who could blame me? It's not every day you run into a guy that attractive on the street. Especially not me. It would have been enough to cloud anyone's judgment.
Since our interaction though, I've had some time to think with a clear head, and honestly? I can't afford to deal with that right now. I've got way too much going on.
Besides, a guy like that? I'm sure every girl in school will be tripping all over themselves to be his tour guide. He'll have so many offers, I'm sure he won't mind if I go back on our agreement.
Honestly, he probably won't even remember asking me. Why would he? I could barely even look him in the eye during our entire interaction, and I practically accused him of stalking me. Not exactly a good look.
He probably just asked to be polite and will be glad that I'm letting him off the hook. Yeah, yeah that makes more sense.
Despite the long, winding route I take, I end up at my locker eventually. I'm grabbing my books for my first class when I hear voices and footsteps coming down the hallway.
"We're very proud that you chose our school for your transfer. As long as you apply yourself and work hard, I think you'll be very happy here, Mr. Scott."
I peek out from behind my locker door to see our principal, Ms. Weston, making her way towards me with Hunter following closely behind.
You've got to be kidding me, it's been all of ten minutes, and I'm already failing at my new resolution.
In a panic, I hide my face behind my locker door and just sort of busy myself with my books, hoping that all of my practice at being a wallflower will pay off now.
YOU ARE READING
Finding You
Teen Fiction"He rests his forehead on mine and closes his eyes. Instantly, my own eyes flutter shut. I can feel his lips so very near to my own. 'Mia..," he says, almost like a whisper, 'I'm not him.' I gasp as his lips almost brush mine. 'Please... I need you...
