Life Is Not A Fairytale (ON HOLD)

Chapter Fourteen

A.N I deleter the original chapter one since I found it very bad written and clingy. I edited the rest from grammar and spelling mistakes once again and bettered the way of telling. This chapter should've been numbered fifteen but is now fourteen. I hope you like the edited chapters! ;)

Also sorry if the UK/England grading is inaccurate. I'm not from there.

Chapter Fourteen

"My brother barked in with his playstation and just carelessly dropped it onto my bed and said, 'For you' and walked out like no shit happened."

Bailey and I are talking again, I don't know how it happened but we are. She walked up to me before first period of class and just started talking, like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't ignored me for a solid week.
And I don't know or I should be angry, or happy.

"He later on told me he could tell how rough of a week I had been through and he actually cared enough to give me his playstation. That was a real boost for my mood actually." She smiled. I smiled back at her, finally being able to talk to her but not really doing it.
"And how was your weekend?" A smile spread all over her face. I thought it was more showable when you are broken. I thought that that fake smile would be more crooked, but I don't see the smallest sign of sadness in hers. It was almost magical how a few facial muscles could hide tons of psychological pain.

"Mine was wonderful! I met Justin when I went to visit Anne, he's really nice trust me. And afterwards I went home and we texted a bit, and Anne couldn't stop talking about him. It's really cute.." And the lie went on.
I knew Bailey already knew about Justin, and Johnnie. There was apparently this group chat.

"Ahw, I'd love to meet Justin! He sound amazing." She exclaimed. "And Johnnie, he's pretty-uh.." She was giving me a look of a raised eyebrow. My eyes widened.

"You like him?" A huge smile of rather shock was spread across my face.

"Honestly, yeah. He's pretty cute only, I never met him you know." She giggled.

"We should go visit Anne this weekend maybe? You could check on your mom just as well if you'd like." I offered as she slightly flinched at the thought.
"Or not.."

"No, i'd love to visit Anne! It's just that.. Well, my mom isn't doing too great you know.." She dunked her head down staring at her black boots.

"What's wrong?" I asked her as she lifted her head again.

"She uh.. The cancer spread from her arm to her shoulder and there is a fifty percent chance it will reach her heart very soon" her voice barely above a whisper as she sniffed trying to keep the tears in. "Look, i'm once again very sorry for being a bitch these past days. I had a tough time and I didn't really know how to deal with all of it. I'm sorry."

"Ohw, but that's okay. I forgive you." I said as I embraced her in my arms. She rested her head on my shoulder as she quickly pulled away.

"Class starts in a few minutes." She sniffed pulling on a crooked smile. "We better get going." She started moving forward again as I quickly followed.

The hours of collage rolled past slowly with nothing that my brain took in. Everything the professors would say would just fly past me. I wouldn't even listen half of the time as I drifted away in day dream. But soon enough last class arrived and it was nerve recking! Our grades would be announced, the grades for the short story. I cared about this grade, I cared because I liked the subject. And I want to be good in it! If this would be my calculus grade I wouldn't give a crap.

"Bailey, after class you'll stay so I can explain the assignment to you. Since you weren't much there the past week." The professor announced making her nod. She was nervous from all the stared and glances the other students would give her. I could just tell by her frame getting even smaller than it already was.

"And now the grades.." She cheered by clapping her hands and grabbing the pile of paper work.
I tugged at my necklace, gritting it between my teeth, bitting on it, playing with it. I soon moved to my nails and bit them off one by one. This grade had to be good, this grade had to be great, this grade had to be the best!

The long list of students started to be counted down.

"Tyler, 56. Charlie, 70. Jennifer, 65.." And it went on, every passing name could be the one before mine and every upcoming name could be Derrice.

"Derrice.." My heart gave up the slightest before it started pumping again "..88" she looked me deep in the eyes and a smile was on her face.

88!

I should be happy, which I am.. Sort of. I went for a 90 or so, but 88 is close.. I'm satisfied.
I breather again, not even realizing I stopped. A smile on my face, I didn't even expected to smile today, I thought I'd be silent, sad, angry. I thought today would be worse than it is. It's not like I won a lottery, but I did get a good grade which is positive. At least this is something good. I sighed in relieve as class rolled on and it was spent actually listening to any stuff the professor said.

"Want to go for a snack?" Bailey said as the bell rang. We walked out as I thought about my answer.

Yes, but no.

I want to but I don't feel like it. I wanted to go home.. Go to bed, be alone, watch some bad shows while eating a sandwich. I was still not all okay in the back of my head, this constant worry about everything was still with me. And going out would just add more to the worries of being around people.

"No.." I came to my conclusion which I wasn't all to proud of. Her face dropped as her eyebrows furrowed

"Why not?"

And that is what I can't explain.

"Because.." I had no solid excuse. "..I still need to do some tasks for Behavioral Neuroscience!" I said rather surprised to my fast thinking. And it was the truth, I still hadn't done those tasks from last week.
"I'm sorry Bay, maybe tomorrow." I said as we exited the huge building and went into our own directions.

As soon home I threw my bag to the floor and went to my room to lay in bed and catch up with all that I had missed while being away. The usual tweets of Ectiono 5, the texts of my friends and so on. After checking them all and answering some of the texts, I got to youtube. I watched the incoming video's of this morning and it cheered me up, it satisfied me and got arid of the worries. A half hour into youtube I realized again that I really had to make these tasks.

I shut my computer off and got to my desk. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 18:42
And i'm hungry.. My mom isn't home yet and I need dinner. I can't progress on a empty stomach. I made my small walk to the kitchen and grabbed some bread, cheese, cucumber, ketchup. And i'm ready to make a sandwich!
Making the sandwich would be boring with music, right?

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and put my music on play.
The 1975 exactly what I was in for at the moment

Despite your face, despite your nose.
Seventeen and a half years old
Worrying about my brother finding out.

I hummed along with the song as I made my sandwich. I felt so into it, everything was perfect at this moment. Nothing to worry about. Just making my sandwich while listening to my favorite songs.

The front door opened making my mood change in a matter of a second. Why?