If I Told You [Completed]

Good Enough

edited

Hm Tw for self-hate?

The next day, Stephanie woke up to a ringtone on her phone. She groaned in annoyance, leaning over to grab her phone that sat on her nightstand next to the bed.

Sawyer is calling...

She groaned again, although more annoyed this time. She really did not want to talk to him today, he would ask her what happened yesterday and why she ran away from him both times.

She put the phone down onto the stand and tried ignoring it.

It rang again after a couple seconds, though. Again, she ignored it. The loud sound rang in her ears as she tried to block it out of her mind.

On the 7th time that Sawyer called, she finally picked up the phone, bringing it up to her ear.

"The fuck do you want Sawyer?" Steph says into the phone, annoyed.

She could hear Sawyer sigh in relief on the other side of the phone. "Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"And why wouldn't I be okay?" She asks with an attitude.

"You didn't call or text last night. I was worried about you Steph."

"I didn't ask for you to worry about me. I don't fucking need you to worry." She says, harshly.

"And I know. But I care about you Steph. I needed to know." Sawyer says calmly. He seemed to be unfazed by Stephanie's harsh tone towards him.

"Okay sure. Sure you fucking care." She rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see.

"Steph...I was thinking we could meet again?" Sawyer asks softly after a couple seconds of silence.

Stephanie's expression softened at his voice going to her ear. She glanced down at her bandages that were now stained with red. Sure, she wanted to see him again, and maybe this time she'll be calmer.

"Yah...sure. Uhm Friday at the same spot?" She says, agreeing to the proposal.

"Yah! Also, Steph, Julia said she needed to do stuff in Florida. So, she won't be here for a few days." He informs, quite excited with her answer.

"Oh...alright." She says slowly, slightly disappointed that they wouldn't see Julia.

They say their goodbyes and hang up. She puts her phone back on the stand as she gets off her bed, walking to the mirror in her room.

She stares at her reflection, pointing out every tiny imperfection.

She didn't quite hate how she looked; she was more worried about what others thought about her.

She would put on outfits, feeling cute, only for someone to tell her she looked ugly, and she would merely nod at them and never wear that outfit again. Because of that, she hasn't felt good in an outfit in a long time. The outfits people say she looks good in, are uncomfortable or she doesn't feel nice in them. She once tried to not wear makeup to a store, but her friends had told her she looked ugly. She had worn heavy makeup since then.

You could probably say she hated her body, but not particularly.

She slowly picked out an outfit that she felt good in, knowing that Sawyer would accept her in whatever outfit she wore. She stared at the clothes that were placed in front of her. It was just some ripped jeans and a loose blue shirt. Basic, but people had told her to fit tightly to show off her body.

She loved this outfit, she felt comfortable in it and at the same time, she truly believed that she looked nice and pretty.

She placed this outfit on the side, preparing it for Friday.

The day she would see Sawyer again.  

eeee second chap? idk. is it good? give.feedback.please. now. okay. okie. i go read now! baiiiii. 

-Glove :D

editor me: i'll give feedback :D. your writing sucks.