What About Me?

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Peyton's pov:

"I get it! I'm a disappointment! Just leave me alone!" I scream at my demanding mother. 

She's having a go because I refuse to go to this modelling casting with Madi... And as she's mad at me she's throwing shade at me. It sucks... 

 "YOU JUST HAVE TO BE THAT CHILD! THE CHILD WHO DOESN'T WANT A FUTURE! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN TH-!* My mom cries back until I cut her off. 

 "MOM! You've always been up there on favoritism! I get it! I'm not that girly girl you wanted... In fact you didn't even want me! You don't have to drag me down about it!" I bellow with tears streaming down my face. By this point I was furious. I couldn't help it, I had to leave. 

 And with that I storm out of the house, slamming the front door behind me. I run down the street for a while but as my vision gets blurrier, I decide to stop on the quiet road leading to mine. I wipe my eyes with my arm and allow myself to sit on the curb.She just doesn't understand... Patrick wasn't even home so he couldn't stick up for me. But I doubt this would've happened if he were home...

 After what seems like hours of crying on the curb, a familiar car parks up on the curb. I rub my eyes in hope that my vision won't be as blurry to see who exiting the car. Jay? Great... 

 "Peyton? What's up..?" He asks in a confused tone. 

 "Nothing... What are you doing here?" I question with annoyance. I don't even want any company right now, let alone Jay seeing me crying. 

 "I was coming to give Patrick his shit back." Is simply all he says, adding a shrug. 

 "He's not even home." I say bluntly soon following with, "Why did you pull up all the way down the street.. we have a driveway." 

 "Because you were crying..." He says in a duhh tone. In response I just roll my eyes and stare at the floor, fidgeting in my spot a little. After a moment of awkward silence, Jay decides to speak up once again with some of his irrelevant, dumb ass questions.
 "Why were you crying?" He lets out simply. Not even thinking about the complications behind the question. 

 "It's none of your business... Plus it's not like you care anyway." I let out, along with a sigh. "I gotta go. See you." I say, getting up and walking away without giving him a chance to reply. 

 I decided to go to the spot. 'Spot' is where I go when I want silence, or to clear my mind... I found it when I was younger, playing hide and seek around the P+P hideout.The scenery is beautiful; there's a lake and some trees and if you go along a little more, there's a field with friendly wild horses. 

 As soon as I arrive I sit peacefully on the log near the edge of the lake... I kinda just go into deep thought about the craziness in my mind, translating myself into deep reverie.
I soon get disturbed by a certain rustling sound which forces me to open my eyes.

I glance around at my surroundings, switching my view from tree to tree, wondering what the sound was or where it came from. 

 It was probably just a rabbit... 

I then look straight ahead of me, across the lake where I see an outline of a body which is surrounded by many trees...I start to feel dizzy. I squint my eyes to make sure I'm not going crazy, before realising I'm being watched...  Without thinking, I lob a rock to across the lake, but it only just missed the edge. I start shaking in fear, wondering why I was doing what I was.