Overlooked

Chapter 3: Another Bad Start, Because of Him

Chapter 3:  Another Bad Start, Because of Him

As of this morning, my plan for the day was to lay low, not rip out my whole head of hair, and to come home and relax with some quality television. Well as you all know, shit hit the fan. First, I end up being noticed by the Vultures and having a locker next to Dylan-who acts as if we never even met, my OBF randomly calls me twice for the first time in two years and to top it all off- I only have one class by myself without a Vulture. 

So here I am at eleven forty-five at night being woken up by my phone buzzing. I'm still in my clothes from school too because I fell asleep at about three in the afternoon after...thinking about things. Man, I didn't even shower.

Without thinking, I pick up my phone and answer it. Bad idea.

"Hello?" I hear from the other side and instantly I clam up. Why am I so stupid? I ask myself in my head. Or at least I thought I did. "Huh?" He asks, but soon ignores it. "Anyway, I know that you don't want to talk to me, you've made that clear earlier, or maybe you've just been busy, so I called you now because I know how confused you are when you just wake up. So are you listening to me now?" He questions, waiting for me to confirm that I am. I know that he expects me to say yes but the thing that he doesn't understand is that I'm not. At all. I know what you're all thinking, 'You obviously hate the guy, so why haven't you hung up yet?' And that's the thing. I don't know. My whole entire body is vibrating with anger, so much that I can barely hold my phone. A part of me though, a very small part deep, deep, inside of me doesn't want to hang up. Because as much as I hate to admit it, I'm actually reveling in it. After so long of being lonely, missing him, and trying to put my life into place, hearing his voice is actually helping me, simply because that's all that I have wanted ever since he left. Guess what, though? My stubbornness out weighs that part of me by a ton.

"No," I finally answer him.

"No?" He questioned, having the audacity to sound surprised. "Look, I-"

"Stop," I interrupt him. "I am not, and I will not, listen to you ever again. You had your chance and you didn't take it. I don't care how important it is, at this point it could be life or death, because I will not listen to you," I seethe, getting more and more worked up as I go. "So no, after two years of you leaving me, breaking me, and just overall ruining me, I will not, nor ever, listen to you." And with that, I hang up, completely shut of my phone, and went back to sleep, too exhausted to even think of what idiotic things I went on about in my rant.

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When I wake up the next morning at five-thirty due to my alarm, it is like I am hungover. I don't fully remember what our conversation was like last night- but I do know that I'm still pissed off. That doesn't say much though because it takes next to nothing for me to get angry or hold a grudge.

I unwillingly get up, not at all happy about another day of school, and go to take a shower since I missed doing it the night before. I even slept in the same clothing. I quickly turn on my phone, ignoring all of the new notifications, and put on my playlist. I know, it's probably not the best idea to turn on my phone- but I truly can not shower without music playing.

Once I get in I allow the hot water to rush over me and relax my tense muscles. I then start singing along to the music, allowing the shower to get my mind off things.

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After my shower, I dry off and blow dry my brown-purple colored hair- hair dye-sue me. Once it's dry enough to be acceptable, I quickly run back to my room that's diagonal from the bathroom, thankfully only encountering one of my dogs on my way.