Good Girls Don't Fall In Love

Chapter 2// Bad Luck

{ Abby's pov: }

It's the end of the world.

I'm dead.

I'll never survive this.

You're probably confused.

So lemme tell ya what happened.

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I woke up this morning for school with a smile on my face and no worries at all.

I showered, got dressed, and ate some cereal for breakfast.

I grabbed my bag and ran out to the car where my mom was waiting for me once again, except this time, we weren't late. She just likes to be ready, I guess.

We drove to school and 15 minutes later, I was in homeroom, which I had missed yesterday due to my tardiness.

Hannah met me at my locker during passing time for 1st period. We gossiped and walked to chemistry class, just like we always do.

We sat down and Mr. Thomas wrote on the whiteboard, just like he always does.

It was a normal day with no signs that anything would go so terribly wrong. I guess that's why I didn't see this coming.

I was in geometry during 3rd period when it happened.

I wasn't prepared for it.

I wasn't even due until next week.

How come didn't I feel it?

Maybe I could've stopped it if I had felt it.

But it was too late.

My white jeans were soaked with blood.

I didn't have anything to cover up with or tie around my waist. And since I didn't feel it,  I didn't even know it was there.

Not until a boy pointed it out, that is.

I had stood up to pass in my worksheet.

Everything seemed fine, but I heard whispers and giggles. I just shook them off, it happens all the time.

But then Frank Ross stood up and announced to the whole class: "ABBY STAINED HER PANTS WITH PERIOD BLOOD AND IT'S ALL OVER HER CHAIR TOO!!"

I froze in my tracks.

My heart beat faster.

Everyone was staring at me.

Laughing, pointing, whispering.

It was all too much.

I dropped my worksheet on the floor and ran out the door. The tears didn't stop from falling.

I sprinted to the nearest bathroom and locked the door.

I feel down to the tile floor, sobbing.

And that's where I am now.

Dead.

Humiliated.

Extremely embarrassed.

My life's over.

I could be exaggerating, but how would you feel if your period blood stained your white jeans in front of everyone? If it stained the chair you were sitting on? Would you not run away in fear? Would you not cry?

Because I'm pretty sure that you would.

Especially in high school, like this, everything that goes wrong feels like the end of the world.

And I don't know what I'm going to do.

I've been locked in here for about 20 minutes now. I'm too afraid to leave.

My phone was in the my bag, which I left in my geometry classroom, so I'm completely cut off from the world outside of this bathroom.

I cry the last few tears I have left and stand up.

I take a look in the mirror by the sink and see that my mascara is ruined, big time.

I have black streaks down my cheeks and my eyes are all puffy and red from crying.

Just the icing to top off the awful cake that is my day.

I'm sure the whole school's heard by now of my period catastrophe.

I can never face anyone in this school ever again. My reputation and life here has been beat up, stomped on, and killed. I'm gonna have to transfer or move or something because I can't deal with this. I've never been good with handling rumors and whispers and gossip about myself. Then again, who is?

Just then, I hear a knock on the door.

"Occupied." I manage to say.

"Foreman, I know you're in there."

Foreman? But the only person who calls me that is..

"It's Evan. I heard what happened, I grabbed you a pair of sweatpants from my gym locker. They're not too smelly and I figured they're better than your blood stained jeans." He chuckles a little at the end.

"Wait, what? I don't understand, why are you being so nice to me?" I ask before I even dare open the door.

"Don't get all soft on me Foreman, I just felt bad for you. It's not your fault you're on your period, it's a natural thing for you girls and I hate it when people make fun of you all for it. It's just a little blood, ya know? So what? I understand that your period can sneak up on you when you're not prepared, I get it, it's not your fault and I wanted to help."

I take a second to think.

"You gonna let me in or not Foreman?" Evan yells from outside.

I unlock the door and he steps inside, examining my state.

"What happened to your face?" He asks, touching my cheek.

I quickly swat his hand away. "Mascara and tears, they don't mix well."

"Oh, right." He hands me the sweatpants.

"Thanks. I'll give them back tonight. I can just drop them off at your house."

"Don't worry about it, keep them. I probably won't want them back anyway after you wear them while on your period." He laughs and makes a face.

"True, well alright then. Bye Evan, thanks again." I give him a small smile.

"No prob, but you do realize that no one can know of this, right? We do have to go back to hating each other now."

"I wouldn't expect anything else asshole." I wink.

"Good. Loser." He winks back and then disappears out the door.

I lock it again and change out of my ruined jeans. Then I slip on his sweatpants. They feel so warm and cozy, and aside from the fact that they're huge on me, they're perfect.

Maybe Evan isn't so bad after all.

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A/N: sorry for not updating in like a month but I didn't really know what to write to fill space until this story gets juicy, ya know?😂

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xoxo Kelly<3