Unsteriotyped

I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

It had been a few hours since I came into Brendon's house. He had let me change into a big t-shirt of his and use a towel to dry off. It was nearing 12 AM and no call from my mom. Brendon and I had decided to watch a movie and were enjoying "Stuck In Love" on Netflix.
"Brendon, my mom still hasn't called me. Should I call her, or since I left should I go home?"
Brendon sighed. "Taylor, she yelled at you even though she isn't ever home. She blames you for things that aren't your fault. I know she is your mom, but she's done this to you before."
As much as I love it when I see my mom, we do fight a lot. It's love-hate. Right now I was feeling the hate.
"So, what do I do? She will leave for work tomorrow and then I won't see her for a while. I think I should leave to work things out".
I stood up and grabbed my still wet clothes and jacket.
"Alright, good luck. Do you need a ride home?"
"Yeah, it's late and still raining."
He stood up as well and grabbed his keys. I was still in Brendon's oversized t-shirt and my own converse. We got into his car and he drove me home.
In the car I looked over at Brendon. "You haven't had an easy night either, have you? After you saw Alana with that guy she was cheating on you with".
"I'm over it. I don't know why, but I was angry for about an hour, but then I realized, I don't love Alana. I mean she was hot, but there wasn't any chemistry. I knew she was cheating, but we never were the serious type. And, I like someone else. Someone real. Someone different who just is outside your typical high school label..."
Brendon thought about those also?! Fuck it! Damn those labels!
"What do you mean, 'High School Label'?"
He responded, "Oh come on! You've seen the movie "Mean Girls"! The jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, band geeks, etc. Alana, she was your typical high school cheerleader label. Nothing else. After my anger wore off, and I finally figured out that I don't love her, I then figured out why. And labels are so lame, you know? I want someone who is outside all of that. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, actually, it does."
Damn it. What happens if you fit to many? What if your all over the place? What if you don't fit in anywhere? You can't survive high school without a label- it's basically impossible. I would know! Now Brendon wants some "different" type mystery girl?!
As I thought, he pulled up in my driveway.
"Thanks Brendon, for the ride. And for letting me stay. And for being a good friend. Take care."
"Thanks Taylor for helping me also today. Have a good night. Good luck with your mom."
He smiled at me, and I walked into my house.
"Broken girl" could be another of my labels. As soon as I opened the door and walked in, my mouth dropped in shock at what I saw. I saw something that made me blame and hate myself even more. Something that filled me with so much hate and fear I grabbed my phone and dialed 911...