A/N
I'm having writers block on this chapter but I just felt the need to write something for my lovely fans since I haven't in a week or two maybe three but anywho.... I'm sorry if this is a crappy chapter but it is what it is and I'm a little bit new to this.
The bed dips and I groan. I didn't remember falling asleep, but it's happened before. I hear someone laugh and I shoot up, getting a head rush. While rubbing my temples trying to stop the pounding I open my eyes.
I groan and plop back down on my soft comfy nice bed. I start drifting off again but I'm shaken awake by Jason whose still in my room for some unknown reason that only god knows. I get out of bed.
"Beatr-" I cut him off walking to the door that leads to the bathroom. I look at the mirror and cringe . My hairs a friggin rats nest, and my mascara is smudged underneath my eyes not helping the purple bags under them. I grab a brush and go through my hair.
When I'm done tears are in my eyes and my head hurts, I throw it into a messy bun and brush my teeth. I look back in the mirror and remember the mascara that's under my eyes. I grab a wash cloth and scrub. After I'm done I head out of the bathroom flipping the light of. I look in my room and find that Jason is sitting on my bed looking out the window, I can't read his mind but the way he looks tells me he's nervous. I look at him more closely and I see that dimple that always made me want to stare at his smile for days. But why is he smiling? I look at his eyes and they are staring at me with amusement.
He caught me staring at him, the cutest guy in school caught me staring at him. After what seems like a long time I finally remember that he's in my room and that he needs to leave.
I start to say something but he holds up his hand "give me a chance to say what I came to say and then I'll leave, ok?"
I stare at him, just who exactly does he think he is? Putting his hand up and stopping me. I think about it for a long time just staring at him. In the end I cross my arms and sit on the corner of my bed huffing on the way down. I sit there waiting for him to talk but in never comes, looking up I realize he's staring at me .
I gulp, loudly, and feel the blood rush to my cheeks, I look down again. I realize that I'm a teenage girl that is currently alone in my room with the hottest and most popular guy in school. What did I get myself into?
He clears his throat and I look at him he is no longer by my window but standing in front of me, "what are you doing?" I ask carefully, "standing in front of you" he says matter-of -factly. I sigh, why is he just staring at me is he gonna talk or just stand there?
"Can you hurry up and talk so I can go back to sleep? Or are you just gonna stand there ?"
I know I've slept the day away but I'm exhausted and I don't know why, today can't get worse.
He's still staring at me. Doesn't he know that it's rude to stare? "Speak now or go away."
His eyes get big but then he thinks and breaths, "I just wanted to check on you, you seemed freaked out and I don't know..."
He fades off of what ever he was saying, "why?" It comes out soft, I don't think he could hear me but he looks at me like I should know. " Because you B, are the girl I kissed, you are the girl I danced with, you are the girl I laughed with."
" No I'm not. I'm not her, that girl that you had a "good time with" is gone. Why are you still here? Because you have feelings for me? Grow up! Get out."
I'm mad, I'm confused, I'm tired I didn't mean what I said but it happened.
"Be-" I cut him off, I can't do it, he needs to leave " just go, this wasn't a good idea, you shouldn't have come back." I look down again shaking with tears burning my eyes,I can't see.
What just happened?
I hear the soft click of the door and realize he's gone. I lay down and stare at my ceiling, it's dark now so I can see the glow in the dark stars I put there when I was little, when my mom wasn't drunk she would always say, "when life gets hard look to the stars for answers." I never new what it meant but I cherished those words as much as my tiny heart could. But then everything fell apart.
I didn't realize my eyes were closed until I drifted off thinking of what happened, and how I wish I just stayed asleep when the bed dipped.
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"Good morning Delaware !!!!!, I'm Timmy Rusk and we will be hav-"
I cut off my stupid alarm before I throw it at the wall. Ugh! Why do most of my mornings start like this? I grab my head and sling my legs I've the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor . Stupid Jason, I don't think what he said last night was true but part of me was hoping it was, the part of me that liked the kiss we shared that night at the party. I really want my shoe back, I cant believe I just let him leave like that with out making him promise to give me it back I'm so tired and stressed right now I just want to sleep but that's what I've been doing since Friday I guess so I'll just have to get my sleep schedule back on track. Speaking of, I should ask Joe if he wants to go to the schools track with me ,I've missed out on my daily exercise and I'm starting o feel heavy again. I admit I know I should have been going. Maybe if I had been awake when Jason came over I would have ran or after I woke up I could have left and just stayed gone. It's not like mom would miss me, shit she blames me for everything that happened with dad. She would miss how I've been paying the morgage though and how its my money that pays for he bottle of jack and all the beer bottles on the living room floor. She hasn't gotten off the couch in a long time and she's starting to stink. Anyway I really should go out today, it nice out today and a good day to run.
I text Joe
Me- hey wanna go out today and jog I've had a rough two days and I need someone to talk to, so meet ya at the track at school?
Joe- yeah sure just give me a ten minute head start. I'll meet ya there.
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I'm at the track thirty minutes later cause Joe texted me that he would be a little late but he never said he would be twenty minutes late and now I'm cold and my perfect day has turned into one of the days in history. Not because its cold, not because it looks like its about to rain , not because my cars in the shop and i walked here, not because I'm alone, oh wait... it is because I'm alone and there's this dude waking towards me, and I don't know him and I'm freaking out because it could be one of those rare horror movie moments where the guy walks up and he tries to lure you towards his secret lair and just when you thought you were safe-" hi " my rant is cut off by the psycho killer dude who is totally one hundred percent a big hunk of... Holly kittens he's hot!!! " Umm are you cold? Your kinda shivering and its raining"
" what do you mean its not-" I'm cut of by the rain drop that just hit the tip of my nose, "well, would ya look at that it is raining, sorry I ,um, spaced out" he laughs, it's rich and deep its not a full blown laugh but I bet that his real laugh is better than his chuckle, "did I say something funny?" I look down and furrow my brows trying to figure out if there was any humor in my words
"No, no its just that I don't know many people who can space out and still look cute" I look at him "what?" he blushes adding on to his cuteness.
"I, um... Oops" it's my turn to laugh, he's it's standing there looking at the ground shuffling his feet.
"So is there a reason you came up to me or..."
"Oh yeah you were alone and it was raining and cold and I,m just nice like that, so yeah anyway wanna share an umbrella?" Why does he look so, curious and, I don't know, weird? Why does he look at me like that?" What's your name?"
"Damon, what's yours ?"
"Beatrice, but my friends call me B."
And that's how i met the guy who got my shoe back.
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ALRIGHT SO ITS PROBABLY BEEN A LONG TOME SINCE I WROTE YALL BUT HEY NOW YOU HAVE A EW CHAPTER TO READ SO ENJOY AND DONT FOR GET TO GIVE ME FEED BACK I DONT LIKE SILENT READERS
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~ the writer
