Stay Strong for Me (Austin Mahone Love Story / Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: This year is going to be the best year ever

Chapter One: This year is going to be the best year ever~

          I turned off the water as I stepped out of the shower onto the fuzzy, pink rug below my feet. I took two towels, one to wrap around my body, and one to dry my soaking, wet hair. I stepped over to the mirror to look at the person before me. I was disgusted. Disgusted with the fact of how weak I had become over the past two years. I looked into my eyes that have probably cried a million tears. Although, I haven’t cried a single tear since that day; the day I lost my best friend. The day my mother passed away. I remember it vividly, although I wish I didn’t. I wish I could just forget everything, pretend like it never happened.

***Two Years Ago, October 27th, 2010**

          I slouched back in my chair, and leaned my face on fist and looked up at the clock. 1:27. Three minutes. Just three simple minutes until the final bell rang and I could leave to go see my mother. I wasn’t even the slightest bit paying attention to the Earth Science lesson going on in front of me. I could honestly care less. School wasn’t my priority right now, my mother was. I hadn’t paid attention in any of my classes today, just as I haven’t for the past year.

          I looked around me at the class full of students. Some of them were sleeping, drooling on their desks, others were intent, fully paying attention, and then of course there were the popular girls, sitting in the back of the room complaining about anything and everything. I only caught part of their conversation.

“So then I told her to get the hell out, you know? Like how the hell do you make out with my ex? I don’t care if I don’t like him anymore, but still you know?” wined the peppy blond whore that is Amber Jacobson.

Amber was the definition of stuck up, snobby, and flat out disgusting human being. All she cared about was her reputation, hooking up with guys, and her appearance, nothing more. I saw several of her equally pretty, snobby friends, nodding and smiling. I also heard them complain about guys, how their nails got messed up, and how their hair is “a bit frizzy today”. I honestly wanted to go over and punch them all in the face.

          They were sitting there complaining about their petty problems; while I was sitting there fighting back tears thinking about the pain my mother is going through at this moment. It was disgusting.

          Just then the bell rang and I was the first person to run out and head to my locker. I didn’t even bother to stay and find out the homework assignment. I hadn’t done homework in months and I was practically failing every class. Why start now? I thought to myself. I reached my locker and took my books out to place them in my bag and slam it closed.

“Courtney!” I heard someone yell. I turned around to see who was calling my name, sure enough, it was Robert Villanueva.

I smiled, “Hey, you’re still coming with me, right?”

“Of course!” he assured me.

Robert had been my best friend since I was seven years old. He was always there for me, just as I was for him. We hang out all the time, and he always makes me laugh. One thing that made Robert truly amazing was that he was the only one who never left me.

          All of my friends who I’ve hung out with since we were in elementary school changed once we got to middle school. They all got caught up with popularity, reputation, and themselves. I haven’t said a word to any of them since we first started junior high. It honestly didn’t bother me. Of course I missed hanging out with them, but I didn’t want to waste my time caring about people who weren’t true friends. Robert was my only true friend, sure I had friends in school, but Robert is there when everybody else isn’t. He didn’t care about what people thought of him, or how popular he was. He only cared about being my friend. I couldn’t thank him enough for that.