My Next Door Bully

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16 - WASN'T BLESSED IN THAT DEPARTMENT

You know that sinking feeling in the pit in your stomach you get when you realize you're having the worst day ever.

The moment when you've realized how late you are.

When you know you shouldn't have pressed snooze so many times. Or when you accidentally drop your toothbrush in the toilet and use the wrong shampoo and even almost burnt your hands off as you only picked up a hair straightener.

When you skip breakfast and run down you're driveway only to realize you left the keys to your car in your room and once again head down the stairs after getting them, out the door, and walk the longest twenty seconds of your life down the driveway to only find out that the car you rely on and absolutely love won't start for some damned reason.

This is the moment where the protagonist of some cheesy ass movie falls on her knees and screams at the sky with her fist in the air, "NOOOOO!"

But not for me. This is the moment in which I realize how deep in shit I've stepped on (not literally, of course, these converse are not shit proof) and grasp to the idea of running to school because your phone is dead after you spent all night on it and forgot to charge it and now have absolutely zero time to plug it in and wait a good five minutes before it lights up so I can't call my friends or mom or a simple uber to save me from the misery of walking/running to school. Well, guess desperate times call for desperate measures.

I hold my backpack tightly so it doesn't bounce on my back as I sprint like a maniac. I used to be an okay runner, but then I just got to lazy and understood how dumb running is.

I probably runned for ten miles (okay, that's maybe a little too much, but take it from an innocent girl who is drenched in sweat in early December). I took a right, then a left, then another and finally a right until I'm right in front of my school.

There's no one outside, no cars in the parking lot, nothing, nada.

I furrow my eyebrows as I lean over myself, wheezing like a freak.

I spot someone walking with a cute labrador dog and I head towards them.

"Hi, excuse me, what day is today?"

The woman looks at me weirdly like I'm some terrestrial alien teenager who doesn't own a phone or a simple calendar before glancing down at her apple watch. "Saturday, why?"

I'm standing speechless and she soon walks away, walking rather fastly after asking me several times if I'm okay.

"Fucking hell," I whisper shout at nothing.

I walk—no stomp my way back to my house. When I get there, I notice Ash's car in his driveway. I probably missed it this morning—Oh good god, what if he saw me this morning. I was stomping and screaming and looking like, once again, a lunatic. Gosh, this morning I was thinking about knocking on his door and running up his arms. Now, he probably decided it's better to distance himself from me, a complete psycho.

Huffing, I opened my door and stomped inside, trying to get upstairs. Note the "trying" part. My mom, who is sitting on a stool is looking over at me. Snickering and trying her best not to laugh.

"H-honey," she starts. "I called you this morning before you ran for your lif-fe—" she couldn't hold it any longer, from sitting there awkwardly she's now doubled over, holding her stomach as her laughs fill the house.

I groan and hurry upstairs before I could make a bigger fool of myself to my own mother.

I throw my bag across the room and take my sweater and shirt off after feeling the room's temperature. I'm standing in my bra, fanning myself. Why is it, like, ninety degrees here?