Other Side of the Screen (Dan x O.C.)

Chapter Two

{ Yay introducing new characters woohoo 🎉 This chapter is longer than the last one but not as long as they'll get probably. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :) }

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Screw school. I thought, pressing my hands against my face, trying to block out the incessant alarm. "FINE!" I whisper-yell, knowing my parents were probably asleep, and hit my phone attempting to silence that obnoxious sound. Grateful I hadn't put in my contacts or applied my makeup yet, I rubbed my eyes, dreading the day. I somehow stumbled out of my bed, dragging myself towards my bathroom.

Leaning my hands against the counter I stared at my blurry face { ayyyyyyyyyyeee } Wow Colleen, can you look any worse? Last night wasn't any better than any other night. Sleep is supposed to help, take you away. Instead, my dreams were filled with crazy happenstances and weird storylines. I grimaced remembering the night before. My mom standing there with the disappointment in her eyes. My dad telling me to toughen up. Don't they understand that it's not that easy? My dad says he dealt with anxiety when he was a teen, then why does he seem to always cause me to have panic attacks? I squeeze my eyes shut, recalling the sensory overload, every little thing seeming one thousand times worse. Screaming inside my head forcing the thoughts out I opened my eyes and searched in my semi-blindness for my headphones. Plugging them into my phone I turned on the first song that popped up on my Spotify playlist. "Migraine" by Twenty Øne Piløts. Nice. #relatable { sorry I had to } I turned my music all the way up and proceeded to put in contacts. I hate that I can't even see. Everything with me is flawed. I force out the thoughts with Tyler's voice and continue to apply my makeup, covering up my not-so-perfect face. Finishing up today's light smokey eye look, I brush my teeth and take a deep breathe. Taking a look at the time on my phone, I hurry to my closet and pull on my comfy black leggings with a black tank top and red and black plaid large open button up. One and a half weeks left of school, you can do this, Colleen. I run downstairs and drive to school, probably a little too fast.

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"Hi Colleen!" I heard from across the hall.
"Hey, Em!" I smiled, hugging my 5 foot even best friend.
"Did you see Ms. Velez today? She was a total witch to me when I walked into the school. All I did was simply say hi and I was pounded with questions like 'Did you do your homework?' and 'Did you know your shirt is on backwards?' Okay maybe not the last one, but she seriously needs to take a chill pill. Does she not get that I'm a 4.0 student and don't need her to be on my back all the time? Actually imagine that. Her being like a koala or something actually on your back. Nagging in your ear constantly about derivatives and exponents. That would be my worst nightmare" Em told me as I sifted through my locker. I smiled, half laughing at her tales of Ms. Velez. However, she is right. I thought to myself. Ms Velez should be taught a lesson, she shouldn't keep nagging all of the kids in the school, especially the ones that aren't even her students. "I swear, I had her for one class in freshman year and she still "cares" about my education. Like, go away please." Em complained, me just standing there nodding in agreement, grabbing my French textbook as the warning bell rang.
"Well I've got to get to French, Madame Dunbar will kill me if I get another tardy." I informed Em, and we spilt directions. One and a half more weeks of school. I sighed, walking into the classroom being confronted with an excited "Bonjour, Colleen! Comment ca va?" { Hi! How are you? } "C'est bonne." { Good } I responded, taking my seat in the back of the classroom. I checked to make sure she wasn't watching me before pulling out my phone.

From: Em 🦁
Oh my gosh you'll never guess who's in my class. Why would someone transfer at the end of the year??

To: Em 🦁
Who??? Maybe they were a dropout and needed somewhere to go?

From: Em 🦁
Paxton.

To: Em 🦁
Wait... Pax Paxton?? As in my 1st grade boyfriend?? Didn't he move?