The Definition Of Fitting In

Chapter Three - Lessons from the art of best friends

Quick Author's Note- I'm so very sorry that I haven't been updating. I would use exams for an excuse, but it  is only a recent excuse. So... Sorry. 

Chapter Three

I woke up with a groggy feeling and instantly knew the cure. I slipped out of the blankets with a resentful groan, and head over to my suitcase. I bent down until I was crouching on my knees and unzipped the suitcase and found the life saving pack I cherished. 

 I scuffed my feet over to where the window was, the wood's temperature tingling my feet. I laid the marlboro pack on the window cill and placed my hands on the bottom of the window. I grunted as I shoved the greasy window up to let in the humid wind.  

The loose strands of my hair filtered around my face as the rest of my hair stayed obediently in a pony tail. I sighed and took out a cigarette, holding it between two of my fingers. I then took the match from the packet, seeing that my lighter was no where to be found. 

And then I took a long drag and breathed in after I removed the cigarette from my mouth. I coughed a bit, but recovered casually from it. I knew these cigarettes were going to kill me someday, and that was my  prerogative. It was my own choice to slowly kill myself, it would allow me to escape from this hell hole I call life. 

A few tiring minutes flew by and my alarm clock finally sounded off. I rolled my eyes thinking of the fact that I woke up several minutes before it rang. It was useless, pathetic; just like I was in my parent's hands. 

I became bored and put out the flame with my flame, ignoring the dull pain it brought. And then I dropped it into the Wilson's gigantic yard. 'One piece of litter won't affect their "perfect" lawn', I thought to myself. 

It was now seven o' clock and I made my way over to the still water drenched bathroom. I sighed, not wanting to step foot near the foul smelling water I had forgotten to drain yesterday. I rolled my eyes in ignorance and carried myself outside my room and into the hall. 

I trailed my fingers along the wall as I made my way to a random room and peeped inside. There was no one inside so I silently walked through the doorway, not wanting to wake anybody in the house. 

I looked around the room. There were posters of bands and girls barbie would kill to look like pasted on the walls. I spun around and read the posters, Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, Hustler, Paramore, Play Boy, etc. I cringed at the site of the posters. I didn't exactly listen to those bands although I was completely bad ass. And well.. Of course i didn't spend my time looking at girls. So, this room irrevocably repulsed me. 

I set that thought aside as I made my way to the bathroom, finally escaping the red walls with their terrifyingly annoying and perverted posters. I shivered at the memory, although I knew my reactions were a bit dramatic. 

I was now in a teal walled bathroom that held a strong aroma of axe cologne. I ignored that fact and began to slide my oversized t-shirt over my head. I threw it aside and pulled down my Scooby Doo pajama shorts. I stepped out of them and began to strip my underwear exhaustingly, from having very little sleep the night before. 

I decided to take a shower since I had approximately thirty more minutes to get ready for school before I became late. Usually I wouldn't even bother going to school, but apparently to Sharon I was "obligated" to go. 

I stepped in after checking the water temperature and slowly closed the door. The shower floor was unusually moist and soppy, as if somebody has been using if for a while before me. I dismissed my thoughts and began humming Written In The Stars by Tinie Tempah.  I loved the way his accent forms the words and I felt special from listening to him. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" 

I sang while lathering my hair with the random shampoo I found laying carelessly on the floor of the shower. I got out once I felt I only had a few minutes to get ready. I grabbed a towel that was conveniently waiting there for me and wrapped my silky, beached hair in it. 

I stepped casually out of the bathroom, leaving water droplets on the wood. I strolled confidently through the hallway back to my room, whistling. I wondered what I was going to wear that day. 'I must have something girly to wear, like a dress or something else hideous and floral. 

I helplessly searched through my suitcase (That I had yet to unpack) and to my avail I found something. It was the Alice + Olivia dress  my friend had given me the night of the party. He had sept with a pathetic blue eyed brunette and stole her dress for me in the morning. I thought it was sweet and kindly accepted the gift. 

The dress was navy blue tank dress. The straps came together to form a T back and a large frill that came across the front. I smirked at how perfect the dress was for me to wear. And I skipped to the bathroom to put it on. 

I didn't feel like going to back into my suitcase to look for new underwear so I slipped back on my red Victoria's Secret thong and decided to not wear a bra. The dress complimented my slim yet curvy figure well and fell over my rounded breasts smoothly. Boys would go crazy. 

I then took my pony tail out and ran my fingers through my silky blond hair. I didn't even bother to put make up on. I might want boys to like me, but I wasn't trying to impress anybody.  I then ran to my suitcase (once again, sigh) and grabbed Forever 21 Wedges and slipped them on and ran downstairs. 

I heard rustling in the kitchen and slowly crept in as the smell of french toast filled my nostrils. I rounded the corner and saw Mrs. Wilson dishing out breakfast.  These kids were teenagers now and their parents still made them breakfast? Ew..

I awkwardly sat down in a seat across from Skylar and looked down at the plate of food waiting there for me. I cleared my throat as Mrs. WIlson chirped,

" Well good morning Bailey, How are you?" 

I rolled my eyes as it was clearly obvious that she was trying to make up for yesterday. But the fact was, I wasn't forgetting her astonished attitude; so it was best that she didn't even bother. 

"I'm fine."

I said sternly while shoving the french toast into my mouth with my bare hands. I saw Skylar staring at me with disdain. 

"If you don't like what you see Skylar, look away." 

I retorted to his look and Mrs. Wilson cleared her throat.

"Sk-Skylar will be driving you to school today. Since you don't have a car and all... Uh, is that okay?" 

She seemed to ask and I nodded my head slowly.

"Sure, Mrs. Wilson." 

I heard Skylar scoff. 

"Why are you scoffing Skylar, a few hours ago you were telling me how nice my as was?" 

I sneered and the room seemed to get even more silent as the atmosphere became more awkward. 

"How about you guys get the show on the road? Kay?" 

I nodded and slammed my hands on the table while getting up and circling the table to grab Skylar's hand. 

"Come on Sky, lets get to school." 

I grumbled and began pulling him towards the garage. 

[Okay, so sorry this chapter is a bit boring and all. I just needed this chapter so I could finally start the story. I promise it will get more interesting and bla, bla,bla.. Vote, Comment, and all the other stuff people do!!!]