I've Got my Head in the Clouds (Jc Caylen)

Chapter 9

Thank the lord I'm finally getting out of here. There's only one problem, I have no money to get home and Jc hasn't come back since our little "argument". I guess I'll try texting him for the 1 billionth time. Ugh this is so ridiculous, I didn't do anything wrong here. Now they're telling me, I need someone to sign me out. I guess I'm gonna have to call Jc.

*Ring, Ring*

Jc: What do you want Alex?

Me: Jc, I have no one but you right now. I'm sorry for whatever I said. I guess you don't know much about my story, so I can't blame you. I really know how you feel.

Jc: I don't even care, no one understands what I am going through. What do you want?

Me: I'm supposed to go home and I need a ride. I have no money, nothing. Will you please pick me up?

Jc: Sure. I'll be there in a while.

He hung up before I could thank him. Whatever. I'm going to be starting school late and I'll make friends hopefully. He just doesn't know me, and I feel bad for what happened, but he wont give me a chance.

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It was a long and silent ride home. He dropped me off and I thanked him. All I got was a little nod. Great. Just great. Everything is off to an awesome start! I don't even know why I exist. No one likes me and it's like someone is trying to make my life awful.

I take the key from under the door mat and unlock the front door. I go up to my room and open up my walk in closet. I never had the chance to unpack, but everything is hung up color coded. I pick out a pair of sweats and a tshirt. I start to walk out, when I notice a note on the wall out of the corner of my eye. I pluck it off and read it. It's about how my grandmother unpacked my stuff and it says to call her.

I walk over to my bed and belly flop onto it. I dial the number written on the note and wait for some one to pick up. Once my grandmother answers, I start to cry. We talk about what happened and she says when she gets back in a couple of days, I have to talk to a police officer. I just agree. She tries to cheer me up and tells me to get the credit card from the bureau in her room. We say our good byes and I tell her to have fun.

Walking to her room, I decide I should invite the girl I met at the party, Liv. I need someone to talk to and going to the mall alone is boring anyways. I get the credit card out of my grandmothers drawer and pull my phone out when I get back to my room.  I text Liv and she agreed to go. I told her I'd pick her up in an hour. It's a good thing my grandparents have two cars and left one behind. It's a red convertible 1990 corvette, I don't know much about cars, but it is cool.

Since I look like a slob, I'm going to shower and put "shopping appropriate" clothes on. I grab a towel from under the sink and hop in the shower. After about a 20 minute shower, I turn the water off and dry off. I wrap the towel around me and head back to my closet. I spend 10 minutes contemplating what I should wear. I finally decide on bleached  high waisted shorts, a cream crotched top, navy Toms, and a navy snapback. I slip my clothes on and go to the bathroom to do my makeup and hair.

I put a winged eyeliner on with mascara. I curled my eyelashes and put cream blush on. Again, I don't really wear makeup so this is about as fancy as it gets. Then I blow dry my hair and make loose ringlets with a curling iron. Done! I have 15 minutes to spare. I grab my phone, keys, and wristlet and head out the door. I open the garage and pull out of the driveway in the red corvette with Imagine Dragons blaring. I use my phone's GPS and enter the address Liv gave me.