Morning arived. I was at home. Was it all a dream? Did I really go to Trevor's and then to the lake? Did I really stop him from killing himself? Was it just another nightmare of him? I couldn't remember. But then again, I refused to. I got ready for school. Lucky it was friday. I was suffering from a severe migraine. Everything was blurry, so I put on my glasses. I always looked like a total dork in them and the boys always teased me. I could are less, but I made a fuss about it every time I wore them. And today was that day.
I quickly took a shower to relax my muscles. I was unusally sore today. My body ached all over. Maybe, it was just that time of the month. But usually the boys remind of it since they know everything about me, especially Hunter.
I jumped out of the shower and threw a towel around me. I graciously walked into my bedroom. My mother startled me as she walked in on me just about to strip of my towel.
"Momma!" I yelled, scared half to death.
"Mornin' baby girl. How was your sleep?"
"Fine?" I answered uneasily.
She put a pile of clothes on my bed and said, "I want you to wear these. Please. Thank you. See ya down stairs!" Then she just walked out. I followed behind her, closed and locked to the door to get changed. I looked at the clothes and wasn't completely disgusted at what she picked out for me. It was a cute tube top with a pair of ripped jean shorts. There was also a sleeveless jean jacket on the pile, too. I got changed at my own pace as I noticed how much time I had until one of the boys was coming to pick me up.
I looked in the mirror and wasn't terrified. The shirt flattered my curvy, yet, skinny shape really well and so did the shorts. I disagreed on the jacket and left it off and just brought a hoodie instead. I looked around my room for a nice pair of sandels to wear. I glanced under my bed to see if they were there and fell over. Not because I was unbalanced, but because I found a tshirt. A guy's tshirt. I shoved it in my bag and began to worry. Shit, it wasn't a dream or a nightmare. So completely reality. Oh my god.
I rushed out the door and caught the bus instead of getting a ride from one of the boys. I was too scared for questioning. What was I going to do.?
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Once I got to school, I noticed Trevor with his group of friends. I ignored him as best as I could. But the first person I went to was Brett. He could help me and refresh my memory a bit.
"Brett!" I yelled across the hallway. "Oh my god, Brett. Please help me."
He smirked, "Yeah?"
"Refresh my memory, whose is this?" I asked, showing him the shirt
"Ha, um," he said sheepishly, "that's mine." He grabbed it out of my hands. What the hell?
"Are you serious?" I asked.
He answered, "Yeah, um. Can we talk somewhere else?" I shook my head slightly; he pulled me off into an empty, unused classroom. He shut the door and locked it. "About last night-"
"I don't remember anything, genius!" I yelled at him.
"What? You don't? Good!" he soundly relieved.
I said, "Okay then. It's fine." Unexpectingly, I gripped onto his shirt and pulled him down to my level, "NO! You're gunna refresh my freakin' memory, buddy!"
"Okay! OKay! I will! Just don't....please don't freak out. i'll tell you the whole story."
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Cowboys and Angels
Teen FictionEmerson is looking for something new. She always gives in at the wrong times and always gives up at the right ones. Emerson has to face her nightmare over and over again: pain, abuse, the letter, and Trevor. But with her best friends, Brett and Hunt...
