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Elliot
[Time Skip]
Day #6
Wednesday 7:18am
Sigh.
I will never understand why school has to start at 7 in the fucking morning!
I mean what am i?, a fucking rooster?!.
Another tired sigh escaped my lips as i tried not to bang my head against my locker, my eyes drowsy from lack of proper sleep.
I seriously don't get it. Why we should be made or perhaps force to wake up at an unGodly hour of the day just to end up coming to an institute develop for less teaching and more grooming of future harden criminals, who would later still make in life, without the nonsense being taught to them in class.
I hate school, i hate every and any form of learning.
I still stand by my motto, 'ignorance is bliss'.
From my side view i noticed Cyrus heading towards my way and i quickly took out the books i needed for this morning classes then slam my locker shut.
I walked away pretending not to see him even though we both knew i did and entered my home room.
After i had walk in on him and Isaac kissing, i couldn't bear to look him in the eye without crying or getting angry, the image won't leave my head even after four fucking days.
I knew from the beginning Cyrus did not belong to me and i didn't delusion myself enough into thinking he liked me but it hurts.
It really hurts and it stung, you know, seeing your crush kissing some one else, some one that wasn't you.
I know giving him the cold shoulder and ignoring him isn't the best ideal i've had cause he didn't really know i had a crush on him, minus the way i made it soo obvious, i just need space.
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Lola
Play this song >: Two Faced
I stared at myself in the mirror and sighed irritated. My hair won't stay up the way i wanted it to, even though from others point of view it looked amazing.
I continue to subconsciously count all my flaws. My lips were too full, my breast were too big, i'm too short, my legs are looking too fat for my liking and my thighs look too thick from this angle.
Ugh!
I hate myself.
I try one last time to put my long wavy black hair in a high pony tail and a small smile appeared on my face when i got it right.
But slowly the smile dropped, turning into a scowl, the pony tail looked too high.
Maybe i should just cut my hair
I loosened it and ran my fingers through it taking deep breaths. It's just a fucking hair but it matters to me cause i love my hair.
Long raven strands fell over my face blocking my view and blew it off.
I wish Elliot was here
Me and Blake returned from Australia yesterday and we wanted to surprise Elliot, Cyrus and the guys with our arrival but it looks like that too i couldn't do seeing as i'm already running late.
I examine the outfit i had on, mid thigh black fled by the waist gown. The hands were long sleeved fish nets, same with the neck.
My favourites pair of combat heels adored my feet. My make up was light and minimal, not too much.
I wasn't satisfied with my dressing or how i looked but i sucked it up and brushed my hair, i was wasting too much time as it is.
Racing down the stairs i grab my car keys off the counter along side an apple and straight into my car reversing out of the drive way.
I'm so excited!
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Elliot
I miss Lola
I sank further into my seat trying my hardest to disappear.
I wasn't getting what Mr Jameson my maths teacher was saying and i couldn't shake off Cyrus intense gaze.
To ignore him is one thing but his stares were just in another level, sending shivers down my spine whenever i felt his eyes.
Sigh.
I just wanna go home. When i say home i mean my house in my room, far away from people. I like Cyrus a lot and his mansion, but that scene is too painful and i'm tired of it.
Why couldn't he just like me back!, ugh!, it's so frustrating.
When is Lola gonna come back again?.
"Mr Ackerman are paying attention?" Mr Jameson asked loudly.
Millions of eyes turned to my direction and i blushed a little.
No i'm not
"Yes sir"
"Then what was the last thing i said?" He asked mockingly.
I hate him, i fucking hate him.
"It was....uh...
"The last thing you asked sir, was if he was paying attention.....common sense really"
I turned my head swiftly to Cyrus but he wasn't looking at me. He had his blue eyes fixed on Mr Jameson his gaze laying between bored and pissed off.
His lips were pulled into a sardonic smirk.
"Isn't that right Mr Jameson?" He asked his voice low as if almost daring him to say no.
Mr Jameson looked like he was about to shit himself but let out a awkward cough adjusting his neck tie.
I would have felt the same way if it was me he had directed that gaze to.
"Uh yes, you're absolutely right Cyrus" he agreed back nervously.
Cyrus smirk turned into a devilish smile. His eyes met my shocked ones but he looked away lazily going back to his nonchalant default mood like what he just did wasn't surprising.
I finally looked away but i couldn't stop the butterflies in stomach from dancing.
He does care, in a twisted way but hey who am i to judge?
"So...uh going back to what we were discussing-
The big doors of the auditorium flew open cutting off Mr Jameson, he heaved a exaggerated sigh turning to the doors.
A dark skinned girl with flowing raven hair walked in, the loud sound of her clicking heels filling the silent hall.
Her blood red lips forming a smug smirk.
"Sorry i'm late" she said but didn't sound a bit apologetic.
"There was a hold up"
Everyone stared at her in pure amazement taking her in.
She's back!, Lola is back!
A/N
So there you have it guys, i hope you all are enjoying the story😁
