The Second Chance

Chapter 3

I continued to straighten the newly dried curls that pooled down my shoulders like a waterfall, a very annoying ratty waterfall.

 Today was Monday. And as freaking cliche as it is I hate Monday's, but in this case I loathed them.

Not only was it a Monday, but it was the start of senior year. Just one year until I can escape this dead beat town, one year.

Senior year was supposed to be filled parties, sex, and more parties and sex. That's how I saw it. For the past 3 years that i've been in the hell hole that is high school. While the seniors have all the fun I just sat patiently waiting in the background. 

But not this year. This year was when I was going to finally move on from the shit that had happened when I was a freshman. It was my turn to be happy.                        

Than that jerk Jason had to come back and ruin everything. It wasn't enough for him to take my heart, he had to come back and mess up my senior year too. That selfish asshole.

I hated him, I hated everything about him. From his dark hair that he always let grow out in the summer, to the dimples that made every girl in a 10 mile radius piss their pants when he smiled.

I hated it all.

And then he made me just sit and cry for my last day of summer break, locked in my room. And I hated him the most because he still had this power over me.

It had already  2 days since the party, and I still wasn't over the Pitch Perfect moment I had. You know the one where she barfs over the audience, yeah except mine was 10 times worse.

I mean the entire senior class was practically their to see me blow chunks all over my ex boyfriends pretty boy sneakers. I hadn't even been brave enough to check any social media accounts, afraid to see my face blowing up the feeds.

Sarah's been texting me since I ran off completely wasted on Friday night. It's been mostly texts apologizing for her not getting to me sooner to warn me about he who shall not be names return, and the occasional get off your ass and text me back you bitch. Those were always pleasant.

But my phone still sat on the bathroom counter untouched as I tried to straighten my hair with my hands shaking in fury. Everything was good till he came back, everything was perfect.

With all the problems blowing up in my life you's think my hair would show me some sympathy and be just a little manageable. But of course I woke up with a head resembling a birds nest. My curls were piled in the messy bun I had put in last night, but they had somehow woven together causing this mess.

I woke up and had to spend 15 minutes just brushing out my blonde hair that I had gotten done just last week in preparation for today. But not brushing or showering in two days tends to make my hair a little difficult to work with. Well that's like saying the Titanic was just a little incident.

But today at least I don't have to worry about makeup. I'm going to stay under the radar, just until the accident blows over. And until Jason realizes that no one wants him and his perfectly toned muscles back in this town.

No one.

I had gone shopping with Sarah last weekend picking the shortest skirts and skimpiest tops I could find for the new year without looking too desperate. If i'm gonna be a slut I might as well look good. Yet here I am ready to walk into school with an old sweatshirt i'd gotten in eighth grade  and a pair of ratty black leggings. I just needed to disappear into the crowd, just for the first week.

It's been so long since i'd worn anything from my old wardrobe that I had to spend two hours digging up enough sweatshirts and legging to just last me one week. Thanks a lot Jason-kissmyass- Thompson. It has a nice ring to it.