Settle down

Chapter 37

Who ever decided that every alarm clock in the world should have the most annoying sound ever must have had some major mental issues.
As the tune that I have developed a strong hatred towards wakes me up from my safe and comfortable bubble and brings me back to the cold hard reality, I feel a need to feel sorry for myself. I know that my so called "problems" are nothing compared to the environmental or economical crisis in the world, but the things going on in my life atm is making me feel constantly torn and basically like a big pile of shit.

I stumble into my wardrobe in an attempt to find something decent to wear, but as just like most days I end up taking some clothes that are laying around on the floor. White ankel length jeans and a plain grey top. My hair is way too messy too let it hang, that would just hurt the people around me so the result is a regular messy ponytail. Creative.

When I enter the kitchen I'm met by my sister who's making herself breakfast. Usually my mother makes her breakfast for her, but never for me.

"Dora, where's mom and dad?" I ask as I look around the room.

"They went to some store or something really early." She says without looking up.

"When are they coming home?" I don't really care, but I have to ask.

"Later I guess. Don't ask me." She says with an annoyed tone and then sighs. Somethings very odd. Dora is always happy and cheery, this is not like her. I walk up to her and sit down right in front of her.

"Okay. Spill it." I say with a strict voice. She looks up at me and with confused eyes and then she looks down on her food again."

"Nothing. Why do you care anyway?" She aks. Her voice is shaky and sad and my heart instantly melts and I feel like hugging her.

"Because Dora! I'm your sister and I always care about you. Now tell me what's wrong." I put my hand on hers and it's obvious that she's debating with herself. I haven't talked much to her lately and I miss her. I feel horrible about not knowing what's going on in her life. I have been so busy with Harry and my job and Sally that I haven't thought about Dora. I need to get my priorities straight.

"Okay..." She pauses and takes a breath. "Do you remember when you drove me to school once and I told you about the guy that I fancied?" I nod. "Well he told me that I was the pretties girl in our school and he said that he wanted me to be his girlfriend..." She looks like she's going to break into tears any minute.

"But kiddo, that is a good thing. He likes you." I smile at her. She sighs again and looks at me with big eyes.

"No! Because after school I went to Lisa's house and she told me that he had said the exact same thing to her as he did to me!" She squeezes my hand and hides her face with her other hand. I feel so sorry for Dora. How could that douche do that to my baby sister? Why does guys have to be such dicks? I seriously don't understand their logic.

"Dor. Sweetie. Believe it or not but I have felt the same thing as you feel right now. I know it sucks, but you know what? It's his loss, it really is. You are so smart and funny and pretty and this Lisa what's her face cannot compete with that." I say as I look into her big blue eyes. I really do meen what I say and I wish that I could tell her that guys get easier, that they grow up. But I can't.

"I don't believe you. And Lisa is actually better than me. Her hair is much longer and prettier that mine and she says that she's already gotten her period." Dora says as she pulls gently in her sholder length hair.

"If that's what your guy cares about he's seriously messed up. Honestly. Nothing to have." I say sounding very serious earning a light chuckle from Dora. "Hey, when do you start today? How are you getting to school?"

"8.20 and I'm taking the bus. Mom gave me some change." She says sweetly. Oh no Dora is not taking the bus to school.

"No way! I'm driving you to school." I say and grab a bowl and some cerial.

"But Lola. You're gonna be late if you drive me. Don't you start at 8?" She's right but I couldn't care less.

"Shhhh." I put my finger over my mouth and she smiles sweetly at me.

We eat the rest of the breakfast in scilence and in the car we chit chat about everything. As I drop her off she leans towards me and gives me a warm hug.

"You're best sister ever Lola." I hug her back and almost burst into tears.

"Hurry inside now or you're gonna be late. I love you." I yell after her.

On my way to school relize that I completely forgot to do any makeup what so ever, but luckily I keep a conceler and a mascara in my car. I menally thank Sally for making me put that there and I quickly apply some. After that I hurry inside and Dora was very right. I'm late.
The first class is french. I came off on the wrong foot with monsieur Messina at the beginning of the year, but recently he has softened so I hope he won't be too mad. I walk up to the door and carefully open it. When I look into the class room the first person I see is Harry and I realize that I haven't thought much about him today. I instantly get a nervous feeling in my stomach.

"Good morning Lola. Have a seat." Our professor says and I nod at him. That wasn't too bad. I look at my usual seat next to Harry and I see that it's taken. By a girl. I instantly feel extremely.....jelous? Right behind her is a free seat. Next to no one less than Paul. My lucky day. I walk past the front row and I feel a pair of eyes burning on me, I look towards Harry and our eyes meet. I look away and sit down next to Paul. I scilently pray that he won't open his big mouth. Sadly I'm not religious so of cource he does.

"Good morning beautiful. Why are you so late?" He moves his arm so it touches mine.

"No reason." I whisper back while I try to look super into monsieur Messina's lesson.

"Don't worry love. You haven't missed anything important." He says and I just smile at him not wanting to keep the conversation going.

After about 10 minutes monsieur Messina tells us to talk about ourselves and our lifes in french with our pairs. I curse to myself because I really don't want to talk to Paul. I find myself wating to be Harry's pair, but I quickly push that thought away and start talking. Paul is surprisingly good at french and so the conversation goes rather well.

I sneak a peak at Harry while Paul tells me about his family and my eyes get stuck. This girl and Harry are talking to each other, but not in french and they are smiling and laughing. Harry is smiling! He doesn't do that in school or ever. The few times I've seen him smile is when he's annoying me or when we are.... Whatever. This for some reason is making me very annoyed. Does she like him? Does he like her? Are they going to go to the janitors closet after this class and make out? Lola stop!