Drive//L.H.

~1~

My hands grip the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turn a shade of white. The radio is blaring music as I pick up speed on the empty highway. It's really peaceful considering it's L.A. My thoughts are running as fast as my car is moving. I glance at the clock and see it's now 3:27 in the morning. I've officially been driving for almost 5 hours. My phone has been turned off so I wouldn't hear the constant buzzing. I'm so pissed off. I'm mad at the world, at them, at him, but mostly myself. The last 48 hours left me with nothing but regret.

I pull into the driveway of the one story house I call home and turn off the car.It's a small one story tan house with a small porch. It's not much but it's enough for my mom and I. I get out of my car and lock it. I walk inside thinking my mother was asleep. "Where the hell have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?! I've been trying to call you for hours!" She shrieks. I groan starting to get a headache from her constant nagging. I start to make my way upstairs but she stops me. "We aren't done talking! Don't just walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" She seethes. I turn and give her a look.

"Ask me if I care." I snap and walk to my room. My mom and I have a complicated relationship that not many people understand. After my father bailed she changed her opinion about me. It's a big mess neither of us are ready to apologize over. I lay in bed and finally turn my phone on. 83 missed text messages and none of them are from the one person I desperately needed to hear from. 15 missed calls of the same thing. I need an apology more than anything but the chance of that happening is slim. Two can play this game. I slip my jeans off along with my shirt, leaving me in my underwear and a tank top. I curl up under the covers and drift off, already dreading tomorrow.

The next morning I wake up and see that I'm up early. I've got about 45 minutes until my alarm goes off but I get up anyway. I take a quick shower and get dressed, slipping on my bra and underwear and standing in my closet doorway contemplating on what I should wear. I settle for leggings and a beige color cardigan to go over a white tank top. I let my hair air dry to make it naturally wavy, pinning my bangs back so they're out of my face. I look in the mirror loving the way my dark brown hair makes my hazel green eyes pop. I put on some mascara not really bothering with my makeup. I sigh and slip on my white converse and make my way out the door.

I drive the long way to school to waste time and clear my mind before having to deal with today. I eventually pull into the parking lot and park my car. The radio is softly playing some morning pop station as I sit in my car. I know if I don't get out of the car now I'll be late to first hour. I open the door with a sigh and grab my backpack. "Another day, another nightmare." I mumble to myself as I open the doors.
I get to my locker and pick out my books for my morning classes. "Good morning Camari" I hear that familiar voice say. I ignore him not in the mood for his shit. "You can't ignore me forever." He huffs.

"I can actually. And I plan on it." I tell him already becoming annoyed.

"You're seriously gonna let one mistake ruin your whole senior year?" He sasses back.

"It wasn't just a simple mistake Ashton!" I snap defensively. "It could cost me my whole future and unlike you and your ignorant friends, I planned on getting far away from California."

"You're being over dramatic. It's not going to ruin your whole future. Get over yourself." He scoffs.

"Really Ashton? Because an Ivy League school is going to accept a girl who has an embarrassing video from a wild night all over the Internet into their school. Coming here was a mistake. Meeting him was a mistake." I say slamming my locker and going to first hour. What a great start to an awful day.