A Broken Smile

Chapter Five: Really? Men don't get their periods?

->AN: THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU CASSIE! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THANKYOU FOR MAKING ME A NEW COVER!(: Also, I decided i kinda wanna change the theme/concept of the story/the ending, and the title doesn't exactly fit perfectly anymore. If anyone wants to give me new title ideas, feel free to leave them in the comments or message me! Thank you for support, it means the world to me<3. Enjoy this next chapter xoxo.

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I woke up with a groan. The damn alarm clock wouldn't shutup. You might as well have just driven a lawn-mower through the room. I tried to roll over but fell straight onto the ground. There you have it, another smooth move by Tessa Ford.

The sun was streaming in through the windows, evidently getting right through the  lousy curtains. My eyes burned as I popped them open. I groaned again and pushed myself off the floor. Leaving my heap of blankets and sheets behind, I grabbed my secret cosmetics bag and headed for the bathroom.

Now I know what you're thinking...What? Why would you go prancing around the halls with your bald cap falling off, your real hair streaming out, and without any of your guy-face applied on?

It's simple, really. St.Joe's was rich. Really rich. Not rich as in, hey let's go blow 500 dollars at the mall cause we're worth it. Rich as in, hey let's start a private boy's academy and give them all hotel-esque rooms, cleaning maids, and their own bathrooms!

Back to the story...

I rubbed at my eyes groggily and plopped all my stuff down on the toilet seat. According to the clock in the corner, it was 7:30. According to my internal clock, it was way too early to be awake.

I turned on the faucet and thanked the lord it was a saturday. At the very least, I had all the time would possibly need to get ready. Today was the day. Today was the day where I wouldn't let anything girly slip. I wouldn't have any more stupid mistakes and I would finally come across as normal to "the guys". I slipped out of my pajamas and went through my usual morning routine...And the first thing I do every morning is get my "buisness" done. I sat on the toilet, humming to myself. To my utter shock, there were a few red "friends" lying their happily on my underwear.  l let out a cry of sheer horror.

Turns out, that was not actually the day I would actually become a real man.

Far from it.

After rushing back to my suitcase and grabbing a pad, I ran back into the bathroom, glad that Chase had not woken up yet. I changed out of my clothes and put on some more ugly, baggy guy clothes. I saran-wrapped myself and pulled a big t-shirt over my head. After the normal routine of giving myself an almost-unibrow, giving myself a slight mustache, putting on my bald-cap and wig, I smiled. With happy thoughts it my mind, I began to brush my teeth. I proceeded by washing my face and FINALLY packing all my stuff away. I grabbed my magical hide-your-eyes glasses and left.

By the time I had layed back down in bed, Chase was beginning to toss and turn.

Game on.

"What time is it?", Chase moaned.

"Almost 8.", I whispered.

Chase yawned and ran his fingers through his hair as he rubbed his face. "It's saturday, why'd you get up so early, bro?"

"I dunno. It's out of habbit, I guess."

"Habbit?", Chase eyed me, questions filling the air.

"Uh, I didn't have that interesting-of-a life. My past is stupid."

"It's fine. I have nothing else to listen to right now, anyways.", Chase sat up in bed. His hair was a mess, he didn't have a shirt on (even though I had specifically told him that if he didn't keep his shirt on, I would just outright slap him), and he smiled. Forget Bruno Mars's song, Chase's smile was the one that would've made the whole world stop and stare.