The Seaside Café

Chapter 31- I'll Stop Thinking About Him When Miley Stops Twerking

Chapter 31- I’ll Stop Thinking About Him When Miley Stops Twerking

Emma's Point of View

“Emma,”

“Go away.”

“Emma,”         

“Go. Away.”

“You gotta go to school, Em.” Michael sighs. “I know that you’re in a sucky mood for obvious reasons, but you gotta go.”

I sigh and sit up, knowing that he won’t leave. I know that my cheeks are probably red and blotchy and I can feel their stickiness due to the tears that dried there. Today is Monday and I just don’t want to go to school for obvious reasons and I would rather prefer not being conscious at all. “I really don’t wanna, Mikey.” I whine softly. My voice is raspy- another side effect of crying yourself to sleep- and I’m pretty tired and if I could choose any day out of all of the school days, this would be the day that I would choose to skip school.

“I know,” He sighs, but he’s not giving in at all because he’s such a stickler for school and I hate it so much. “But clean up and get ready, you’ll be fine.”

Like I said, my throat hurts and I know that arguing with him is useless, so I don’t say anything else in my defense to stay home. “Get out of my room.” I grumble, standing to my feet tiredly and wiping the sticky sleep from the corners of my eyes.

“That’s the spirit.” He mutters, kissing the top of my ratted head before trotting out of the room, not even a little bit perturbed by my snapping at him. It’s not like I’m mad at my brother or anything, I’ve just been incredibly irritable since coming home on Saturday. I spent half of Sunday just staring at my phone and like, silently praying that Jace would call me or text me and I know that’s so stupid because I specifically told him not to talk to me but I really didn’t like fighting and I still really don’t. Anyway, at about 3 yesterday afternoon, I completely gave up on him calling me and I hid my phone in my desk drawer so that I couldn’t see it because it was depressing me.

I take a five minute shower but it doesn’t wake me up at all and I just don’t care about anything as I get dressed in gray sweatpants and some old t-shirt. After my hair was mostly dry, I tied it up in a messy bun and then looked in my full length mirror just to see myself glaring back at my reflection. There are puffy bags below my eyes and the area around my eyes is still blotchy and red, but it’s not sticky anymore. My eyelids are droopy and my eyes are watery, it looks like I’m always on the verge of tears, which I kind of am now, because I’m such a cry baby.

I’m early getting ready for school because I don’t spend any time putting on makeup or looking pretty because if I know Jace at all, then he probably won’t be at school today so I don’t have anybody to impress. I’m wearing the perfect I-feel-like-crap-inside-and-out kind of mopey outfit, complete by my tan Uggs that can look really nice with the right outfit, but with sweats- I just look incredibly crap-tastic.

When I realize how early I am- almost twenty minutes- I decide to just leave early and stop by Starbucks on the way to school to get a hot chocolate for my throat because it’s still annoying me. The hot chocolate feels really good for my throat but that’s really all it does and it doesn’t brighten my mood at all like I was kind of hoping, so I just walk into the school resembling a zombie with my bag over my shoulder and my disappointing Starbucks in my hand.

“Whoa,” Harper mutters when I get inside and start fumbling over my locker combination. “You look… really bad, Em.”

I look up and glare at her, but not for any particular reason, I just think my face is stuck in glare formation due to my lack of emotion. No, that’s not true, I feel emotion, it’s just all terrible like sadness and stupid-ness and all emotions that would make you glare at somebody totally undeserving of a glare. I don’t respond to her, I just go back to spinning the dial around on my locker but I don’t actually try to get the combination right because I just don’t care.