That's What She Thought

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 

"Peyton, honey, it's time for school! You're going to be late!" Peyton awoke to her mother standing over her, pleading her to get out of bed. 

"Oh, gosh, Mom, you scared me," Peyton whispered hoarsely and climbed out of bed. She coughed and cleared her throat as she noticed her mom was holding two hangers containing Peyton's fanciest clothes. "Mom, this is school, not a fashion show." Peyton had always been polished and preen for school every day, but not this much.  

"Honey!" Peyton's mother snapped her fingers. "Wake up! It's called picture day! Ever heard of it?" she added sarcastically. 

"Picture day?!" Peyton exclaimed. She was so confused from the memory she had had last night that she couldn't focus. Why would Jocelyn be mean to her? What did the text mean and why hadn't she finished typing it? But another crazy thing was, Peyton still only had a faint recollection of this flashback. The only thing she slightly remembered was going to the spa with her friends. She didn't remember when, where, or anything else that must have happened that day.  

Shooing her mom out of the room, she scrambled around, trying to get ready as quickly as possible. She straightened her hair as best as she could, trying to get it out of its current wavy state. She did love her wavy hair, but on picture day, it was going to be straight.  

She adjusted her dress. It fit her body perfectly. The satiny material was a soft sky blue color. It was strapless, but she wore a small black shrug over it to make it "appropriate" it for school. It sat over her shoulders and tied in the front with a pretty ribbon bow.  

Rushing back into her bedroom, Peyton looked around frantically, realizing that school started in 15 minutes. She'd have to leave in 10.  

She headed over to her dresser and applied some gorgeous purple eyeliner, some bronzer, and a couple coats of mascara to her perfectly tanned face.  

Peyton stepped back and admired her makeup job. It just might've been the quickest, most perfected, best makeup she had ever done.  

Grabbing a bunch of bracelets off her dresser, she trotted outside in her super cute neon pink peep-toe heels to her mom's car...she still didn't have her own. She hopped in and sped away.

A couple of hours later, when second period was about to end, Peyton squirmed in her seat awkwardly. She didn't know what was bothering her, but she needed to get outside and get some fresh air or something. 

The bell finally rang, breaking Peyton from her thoughts. Everyone grabbed their books and began walking out the door. Brooke, who was also in their class, caught up with her. So did Madeline. Peyton tried to maintain an upbeat mood. 

"Hey Madi!" she chirped. 

"Heyyy chica!" Madi said with a trace of a Spanish accent. Her mom was from Puerto Rico, and that's what gave her such a beautiful skin complexion. "Brooke told me about everything that's going on..." Peyt looked to Brooke, who smiled sheepishly. Peyton smiled forgivingly. "...and I just wanna check on you. How are you holdin' up?" She looked genuinely concerned. 

"I've been trying to keep most relationship things off my mind," P said, sarcastically thanking Mads for bringing it up again. But all this guy stuff never really left her mind anyway.  

"Sorry, P," she said, giving Peyton a hug in the middle of the hallway.  

"I'm just trying to grow up and get over it," Peyton said, tucking a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear.  

"Do you wanna talk about it...?" Madi asked, looking at Peyton, who was looking at her feet. 

Peyton sighed. "Not right now. I'll text you later, though. I mean, I'll guess I'll have to talk about it sometime, right?"