Flawless (Book 2)

Reflection

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I listened to sad music while writing this chapter, so I'm very emotional rn. Although, this chapter was very emotional for me because I start my senior year of high school in a month in a half, and knowing that this will be in less than a year is very nerve wracking and emotional for me. So...yeah. Enjoy.

Chapter 3

We'd finished our senior exams the week before, and now we were back at the school for the Senior Walk. I was panicking. It was all becoming a reality. The actual graduation ceremony was on Sunday. That was in 2 days.

2 weeks after graduation meant leaving for Stanford. I wasn't ready.

My panicking was apparently very obvious, because suddenly Scott was rubbing my back soothingly, "It's gonna be ok. Take a deep breath," he coaxed softly.

I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, before exhaling slowly. It didn't help, but I tried to convince myself that it did for the sake of my health.

"I don't want to do this. All of the underclassmen are obnoxious. And this hat and gown is ridiculous. Blue is definitely not my color, and I feel like I'm gonna trip. I don't wanna go to graduation. I've been so busy freaking out about Stanford that I haven't written my valedictorian speech yet. I have to go home and write it after this. Ugh, I'm—" I rambled.

"Babe, relax," Scott instructed as he put his hands on my shoulders, and stared at me, "Freaking out won't help. You know, having a little fun might help..." he suggested.

I rolled my eyes, "We've been over this. I'm not coming to your pool party. All of the seniors are gonna be there and be annoying. And I don't even really like swimming. Besides, I need to write my speech," I retorted.

"Come on. It won't be as fun without you," he pleaded. We'd argued about this the night before already.

He was, for whatever reason, very excited about hosting the End of the Year Senior party at his house after the senior walk. He'd been planning it for a while, and kept getting annoyed with me when I refused to give him any input, or to help with the planning.

Parties weren't really my thing, and he didn't seem to understand that. Apparently he forgot that last time I went to a party, I fell asleep in his bathtub.

"I don't like parties," I protested.

"It's different than the other party. It's during the day. There will be slightly less people. And slightly less alcohol," he tried.

I gave him an annoyed look, "You go ahead and have fun. Parties aren't my thing. Call me whenever it's over and I'll come help you clean up," I suggested.

He sighed in defeat, "Fine," he muttered.

"Alright seniors. We're ready for the walk," the principal announced.

The chattering started up again as the senior song started playing.

I looked towards Scott as he smiled and held out his hand. I smiled back and grabbed his hand, feeling a little more relaxed.

Technically, I was supposed to be at the front of the line since I was the valedictorian, but I'd talked them into letting me walk with Scott.

All of the underclassmen were lined up along the walls, applauding, and hugging their friends as they walked by.

I didn't think I'd get too emotional, but seeing other people crying, and applauding, I started to tear up. Scott gave my hand a squeeze and kissed my cheek once he took notice.

Once we got near the end, where the parents were, Scott and I both lost it since our parents were messes already.

We separated so we could hug our parents.