Flawless (Book 2)

Not Really Over

A/N: Hello there my lovelies! Sorry for not updating at all yesterday. I was busy all day, and I then I started writing when I got home, but then I got writer's block and didn't know what to write. But I figured something out today and IT IS LITERALLY A SHITSTORM. I MEANT TO END THE DRAMA BUT MY HAND SLIPPED?? (Noah's not back tho I promise....I definitely promise)

Chapter 12

Several hours later, I decided to head back to my own house for in case my parents made it home sooner.

The house was empty, and it felt weird to be back. I mean, I hadn't been gone for all that long, but it felt weird to be back. Living at home again wasn't a part of my dream.

I was supposed to go to Stanford, graduate, have a steady career, have my own apartment with a sophisticated, attractive socialite, and have everything be perfect.

That was my dream. But that changed almost a year earlier, and I wasn't realizing that until now. I wasn't meant to go to Stanford.

I should've known that by how bad I felt about going in the first place. How didn't I see that Stanford wasn't a part of my dream anymore?

Things didn't usually go over my head like that.

I went upstairs and looked in my room. I'd only left some of my stuff behind, and now, thanks to the fire, it was all I had. I sighed before walking over to my bed and sitting down.

It felt good to be somewhere that made me feel safe.

I sat there, staring at the ceiling for a little while longer before I heard the front door open.

"Mitch?" Mom called out.

I smiled excitedly before heading out my room and out to the top of the stairs. I jogged down the stairs, and threw myself into her waiting embrace. Dad joined the hug.

"I'm so glad you're ok. Oh my goodness, why wouldn't you tell us that someone was harassing you like that?" Mom rambled as she pulled away.

"I didn't think it would get that bad, and I didn't want you to worry," I replied sheepishly.

"We're your parents, we're obligated to worry. If anything like that ever happens again, tell us. We don't want you to get hurt," Dad explained firmly.

I nodded, "Alright. I'm sorry," I muttered.

"Your cheek is all red. And you're burned, my poor baby," Mom cooed sadly, "This is unacceptable. We'll sue the school for student endangerment," she offered.

I shook my head, "I'm fine. It's over. I just want to forget about it," I pleaded.

"We're just glad you're ok," Dad assured me as he squeezed my shoulder.

"Now that he's arrested, are you going back?" Mom inquired hopefully.

I bit my lip nervously, "I think I'm gonna transfer to USC," I informed them.

"But Stanford is your dream," Dad reminded me, sounding confused.

"It was my dream. My dream now...I don't know. Just as long as it has Scott in it. I know that's cheesy, but it's true," I informed them.

Mom sighed and hugged me again, "I'm glad you found someone who makes you so happy. You do whatever you feel is right," she encouraged.

I smiled and hugged her tight, "Thanks," I murmured. "Uh, I told Scott I'd meet him at his place. Is it ok if I go?" I inquired.

"Of course. I'd never heard him sound more worried when he called this morning," Dad informed me.

I took a deep breath before nodding, "I'll see you guys later. I'd text you, but I don't have a phone," I pointed out.