Ruined

• Chapter- 8 •

Tomorrow morning, I'm back at the school. More precisely, principal's office. My parents are with me and we are discussing my comeback to the classes.

"I heard about your condition, Ross. I am really sorry for what you and your family have gone through. ", principal Terrence pats my shoulder and gives me an apologetic look. I just fake a small smile at him.

"He was so brave. He's really strong. ", mom gushes and wraps her arm around my waist. I roll my eyes but don't move from her embrace.

"I'm happy for you and now about your classes.. Considering you're a junior and it's already May, you have very important exams coming up. Also, there's the junior prom. I really don't know how you would be able to make up for the lost time. You haven't been attending your classed ever since the beginning of December. That's a lot to study. "

"I have been studying a little at the beginning of my therapy but later I stopped. I began doing it again a month ago. ", I say.

"I'm sure that true. You're a pretty good student, Ross. I think you should organize yourself and try. If it's not working, just come to me and I'll get you a tutor. Or you and your parents could discuss getting a private teacher. "

"You mean, I can come back? ", I almost squeal from excitement.

"Your parents and I already had a deal. You're officially back in school tomorrow. ", Terrence smiles. My mouth drops and I squeeze my mom's hand.

"Thank you so much, sir. I promise I'll do anything I can to pass the grade. ", I grin widely.

"Here's your new schedule. ", he gives it to me and I stare down at it as if it's a miracle. A completely new beginning.

I couldn't sleep that night, not from the pain or worry. Or because of Laura. I was just too excited to go back to school tomorrow that I annoyed my whole family by pacing from my room to the fridge and back repeatedly. I get hungry when I'm excited.

"Would you stop stealing food at night? ", Rydel groans from the hallway.

I almost drop the sandwich. I turn to face her sleepy self.

"Delly. Hey. What's up? ", I hide the food behind my back.

"What's up? What's up at five in the morning is obviously you. ", she spits and walks past me to the bathroom. "And please get yourself a new pair of underwear. I can't stand those with The Simpsons print. Grow up. "

She closes the door behind herself and I raise my eyebrow and look down at my baggy underwear. I'm not really a fan of tight boxers because I'd feel too squished in them. I'm happy with these. I shrug and walk back to my room.

After I eat the sandwich, I turn on the lamp on the nightstand to find a bunch of empty bags and foils from the food I've already eaten. Then I realize I've eaten almost everything from the fridge.

Oops..

I decide to clean my room a little bit so I take all the trash and toss it in the drawer together with the scattered clothes.

"Done. ", I smile at my accomplishment but then the drawer opens and everything falls out. I groan.

"Fucking tiny drawer. ", I curse and begin picking up everything again.

Soon, it's six in the morning and I make a decision not to sleep because then I surely won't wake up on time. I'd rather stay up and scroll through my Facebook. There's nothing interesting to be seen, as always, but it's still something to do when I'm bored.

I find myself in Laura's gallery, looking through the recent photos.I see only three new photos posted since her and I had that fight. She's not really the person to spam social media with her photos like some people like to do. Seriously. Like this chick, Bo Summers. Every second photo on my home page is of her too exposed body and tits almost spilling out of her shirt. What to say? Facebook slut.