Beauty and The Bad Boy

Chapter 19

*Aubrey's P.O.V*

When my alarm went off Monday morning I didn't feel like doing anything but crawling into a hole and dying. I couldn't manage to pull myself out of bed. My mom banged on my bedroom door.

"Get up! You're late!" I groaned and got up. I'd been on Tumblr until 3 AM and it was starting to affect me. I stumbled downstairs and made coffee. I added peppermint creamer and took my hot mug up to my bedroom. I picked out my outfit and laid it on my bed.

I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I got dressed and did my heart and makeup as I prepared for the long day ahead of me. My mom ushered me out the front door.

I had fifteen minutes to get to school, and it normally took me twenty. I walked super fast and even ran. Even still, when I got to school, the hallways were empty. I quickly grabbed my books and ran to my first period classroom. I took a deep breath and entered the room. It was dead quiet for a moment, and all eyes were on me.

After that, the class exploded into laughter.

I tried to ignore them as I sank into my seat. The teacher tried to calm them down, but it was no use. They all laughed and teased about my 'potty mouth.' Finally they settled and after a short talking-to from the teacher, the lesson was continued. I had no interest in functions but I was aware of a single, green pair of eyes staring at me. I tried to ignore Cameron but he was all that I was thinking about. I looked around and saw that people were still staring. I knew it would take forever for people to forget what had happened.

By lunch I was ready to be in the comfort of my friends, to be around people that I knew liked me and would never make fun of me. I sat down next to Megan and got dirty looks from the rest of my friends.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Well.." Brooke began. "We've been hearing a lot of rumors. Everyone's been talking about what happened yesterday."

"And?" I asked.

Megan spoke up. "Well, we just don't want people to make fun of us..."

"Because of me?" I asked.

"Well, yeah," Megan said, averting her eyes. I scoffed.

"Whatever. I thought you guys were my friends," I spat. I stood up and left, trying to control my emotions. Don't cry, I told myself. Tears were forming in my eyes but I tried to hold them back. Not here, I though. I looked around me, but the world seemed to be spinning. My breath was short and choppy. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy.

I felt scared, and anxious, and I felt like everything was crashing down and me. Suddenly, I felt my knees buckle as the world faded out.

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I woke up staring at the blinding fluorescent light on the ceiling. My eyes adjusted and the room came to form around me. I was in the nurses office, at school. The school nurse had her back turned to me. I groaned.

"Oh, good, you're awake."

"What happened?" I asked. All I remembered was being at lunch.

"You had an anxiety attack. You fainted." Oh God no. I fainted. In front of everyone. "Your mom is on the way, and she'll take you to your doctor to get an exact diagnosis of your anxiety."

Diagnosis?

Did this mean that I actually had a ... disease? I couldn't.

I stood up just as my mom entered the room. She engulfed me in a hug.

"We're going to the doctor straight away," she said.

"Mom, seriously, I'm fin-" I said.

"No you're not, and don't argue with me," she cut me off. The drive to the doctor's office was long and full of anticipation.

Long story short, the doctor diagnosed me with depression AND anxiety. I went home angry and upset. I held a pharmacy bag in my lap with two containers of pills in them. Eight pills a day. Four in the morning, and four at night.

The next few days were a blur of medication, Netflix, and more medication. My mom barley left my side the whole time. On the third day, my mom had to run to the store. I convinced her to let me stay home. She made me promise to call her every half hour.

About ten minutes after she left there was a knock at the door. I tensed up as my phone rang. The name that lit up the screen gave me shivers. Cameron.