Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 5

 *Bailey's point of view*

After Caroline dropped me off home, I was bombarded with questions about my first day the second I walked into the house. Of course I completely expected this from my mother, but I explained that it felt like any other boring day of high school.

"Well don't make it sound so terrible," my mother pouted. "How much homework do you have?"

"I have a couple math worksheets and an article to highlight for social studies."

"That doesn't seem too bad," she said trying to sound cheery.

"It's the first day, there isn't much for them to give me yet," I pointed out.

"Well if you would like to stop being crabby for five minutes I'm going to need you to do me a huge favor. I have dinner to cook so I don't have time to go get grocery's. I wrote a list out and I would love it if when you finish your homework you could take the car and go get what I need. I have to make a cake to bring to my book club tomorrow and I don't have all of the ingredients."

I sighed loud enough for her to roll her eyes, but she knew that I wouldn't say no. Instead of responding I grabbed my bag and started for the stairs.

"Thank you sweet-heart!" She yelled after me.

"Yeah yeah," I mumbled.

As I half-assed my homework I couldn't help but think about how terrible this year was going to be. It was going to be like every year before that. It would pretty much consist of fake laughing and making fun of people that didn't do anything to me. I'm living the dream here.

I wish I had the balls to just stand up and tell them what assholes they were. To just be like 'hey everyone pretends to like you so you don't ruin their lives, but really everyone hates you'. There was one simple, obvious problem with this. I was one of them. I had dug myself so deep into their hole that there was no climbing out. If I was to call them assholes they would simply laugh because I do the same things they do. Then I would be alone. Not even Marcel's group would except me. I would be lower than the low. 

So I guess I'll just solider on, you know, being a bitch.

I pushed my finished homework to the side and walked over to my closet. I quickly pulled off my sheer maroon shirt and threw on a black baggy long sleeve that had Coldplay written on it with the tour dates on the back. They were my favorite band. I left my skinny jeans on because I was just too lazy to change out of them, but I changed my shoes to and old beat up pair of moccasins. I mean I was going to the grocery store. No one cares what you look like. 

When I got to the kitchen my mom handed me the list of food, which I might say was substantially longer then I thought it would be, but I didn't complain. I really had nothing else to do so it would keep me busy. She handed me her purse telling me that I would have to pay in cash. She kissed me on the cheek and sent me out the door with the car keys in my hand.

While driving to the small grocery store located near my house, I listened to my iPod on shuffle. There was a lot of Coldplay and then some random stuff I put on there so Caroline would think that I had good music taste. She isn't very fond of Coldplay.

Entering the grocery store, I grabbed a cart and started inspecting the list of food.

I walked around grabbing things for about twenty minutes until I realized I couldn't find some stupid condensed milk. Who the hell needs condensed milk? I don't know if it's my teenager mind but I assumed that being a form of milk it would be located next to the, you guessed it, milk. But some idiot decided that it shouldn't go there. So now I had walked up and down the canned goods aisle about five times, and tripled checked the milk. You can tell I don't like asking workers for help.