Chapter 2

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Paul Zimmer as Reed. Picture on top.

I dreaded waking up the next day, as I knew the consequences of last night would kill me. I hated hangovers, yet I kept doing the same thing. I was doing this to myself, I couldn't put the blame on anyone but myself. I hated myself.

I hated myself. I hated me. I hate the very existence of myself. If it weren't for me, everything would be okay. He would still be here.

I sighed, getting up anyways. The feeling was numb, I was used to hangovers. I had to get ready for school. I honestly didn't know why I even tried and actually attended school. I was already a fucked up person, I wasn't going to be a successful person in the future. People would say to try your best. But what was the point?

I shook the negative thoughts of my head and tied my hair into a bun as I stumbled into the bathroom. I was reminded of last night's events and how I spent the majority of the time locked up in a bathroom.

I looked into the mirror, and my reflection stared back at me. I was a mess.

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After saying goodbye to my oblivious mother, who had no clue of my whereabouts last night, I walked to school like usual, as I didn't have a car. When I arrived, I headed towards my locker and prepared for my classes, getting my textbooks and notebooks out.

"Hey," I felt a hand brush against my shoulder. I turned around and saw a blonde boy with dark blue eyes who didn't seem familiar to me. He looked like he was a senior, like me.

"Um, hi?" I greeted in a questioning way. It was rude, but it wasn't like I knew the guy. I didn't know what he wanted.

"Do you not remember me? We met at the party," He smirked.

"No, I was completely wasted, of course I wouldn't remember," I rolled my eyes. I remembered dancing with random people and making out with a few guys. He probably was one of them.

"I like you more when you're drunk," He muttered under his breath and walked off.

I slammed my locker shut and walked to my first class as the bell rung, not affected by his words.

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Another short, boring, chapter :-( but I updated yesterday and again today so whatever. Also I have a lot of free time today, so I might update again later!

— Jane Anderson Roth 




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