Its complicated

chapter 6: surprise

After third period, I cut and went home. Thank god I have most of my credits or I would probably be in big trouble. When I got home I took three very large sleeping pills and went to bed. I know bad idea, but we all have our own fucked up ways of coping with things,so screw you scold me later. I fell out of bed the next morning at four am. And I do mean fell. I literally fell out of bed. I stand up,with a groan and stomp into the bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I climb in, I instantly regret it but not enough to get out. It really isn't a "good morning" until about two in the afternoon, but after my shower would have to do. Even though I was up two and a half hours early. Even the finest drugs can't tap worry. Eventually my internal pain caught up with me, and woke me up. I got out of the shower and looked at my phone. 4:15. He was either half way to Cali by now,or in his bed passed out on his face. I was praying for the second one. I had half a mind to call his ass and tell him about himself, but that would just make him hate me. I sigh and yank a comb through my short curls. I pin up the front and scrunch the rest of it. Natural curls. A blessing and a curse. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were blue today. "Fucking mood ring eyes."
I think to myself partially smiling. I caught myself wondering what color Garrett's,'s were today.
Probably light blue, green with flecks of gray. Maybe. I could spend hours staring into those mysterious, penetrating, ever changing eyes. I went to sleep and I woke up dead but I changed my mind and I want to live. I love him. I don't want him to go. Deep down I was hoping he'd get caught trying to run away. Even deeper down I was hoping he'd stay because of what I said. Because I love him. A girl can dream. I toss my hair back and line my eyes in charcole throwing on some mascara. I'd miss him. More than life itself I'd miss him. All I could do was hope and pray he'd still be here when I needed him. Which was always. I put on a thin coat of lip gloss , and threw on my skinny jeans, my black areo hoodie, and my silver vans. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like I'd aged about ten years just from lack of sleep. I sigh and open the door clasping my black Lanyer around my neck. I was missing something. What was it. Garrett. I shake my head keys. That's right. Keys. I grab my keys and make my way out to my car. Too tired and worried to sleep. I put my key into the ignition and smile slightly hearing her roar to life. 'GodL that has got to be the sexiest noise on the planet.' I thought to myself pulling out of the drive way, I turned up the radio fidgeting with my ring with my index finger. I had always been known to worry about absolutely nothing at all, but this time it was different.