Falling For You

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello! I started writing this story about four years but eventually took it down. I found it and started editing it and decided to make it public again. If anyone reads this or wants me to continue this story...lemme know I guess

I groan loudly as my alarm goes off at approximately 6:25 am. I fucking hate mornings, I think to myself. I pretty much fall off my bed and crawl towards my closet. I reluctantly get off the ground and pick out my outfit. It's the first day of senior year so I put as much effort as I can into choosing my ensemble. I decide on a black romper and lace up wedges. I'm not usually such a try-hard but you know, it's the last first day of high school or whatever. Having showered the night before, I brush my teeth and head over to my makeup table and start trying to fix the train wreck that is my morning face. I have always loved to do my makeup and do not like going without it. Thanks, low self-esteem! God knows we can't all be born with perfect skin. I apply foundation, concealer, powder, blush, and do my eyebrows. I then fluff a light brown shadow into my crease, add some winged eyeliner and mascara, and a soft pink lipstick. I could so be a beauty guru. When I finish my makeup, I curl my unruly hair and fix it, so the curls are soft and shiny. I admit, I did sit and admire my handiwork. I love the way the eyeliner and mascara made my green eyes pop, and how my hair frames my face. Getting ready is a pain in the ass, but it does make me feel good. I stand and look at myself as a whole and frown at my body. No matter what I wore I always felt super insecure about my weight. Living in Los Angeles, everyone is stick thin and tall, with beautiful proportions. But they didn't necessarily have that naturally. Standing at 5'4 (barely) with short legs and a curvy figure, I was the furthest thing from the norm here. I try to not let it bother me too much, key word being try. I wasn't the skinniest girl around, but I wasn't fat. The romper hugged all my curves and made my short, but muscular legs look longer, and it made my stomach look smaller which I appreciated. I run out of time to further inspect myself, so I grab my things and leave my room.

I hug my chest as I run down the stairs. One of the many cons of having large breasts, going up and down stairs is painful. My parents were both already at work, so it was just me in the house as I am an only child. My cat, beefcake, rubs against my ankle so I pet her until she walks off to sleep the day away. Lucky bastard. I stumble out to my car and start heading to school. I play music but I'm not really paying attention to it. I know this is so cliché to say, but high school really flies by. It feels like yesterday I was just a scared little freshman trying to navigate through everything a new school had to offer, and now I'm a year away from college. But looking back, high school sucks. It's not anything like the movies, as much as I wish it were. To sum it up, kids are assholes, and so are adults. Everyone makes high school out to be this incredible and life-changing experience that you will cherish the rest of your life. I, on the other hand, want to forget all about it. Sure, there were some good times. I've managed to make some friends that care about me and have made my life entertaining. But there were also a lot of bad times. People are so judgmental and just plain mean. But girls are the worst. They could turn everyone against you if they wanted to, and we hold the worst grudges. I was a victim of that. And let's not even talk about the nicknames. I've seriously heard it all. Teachers were also something I've had to be wary of. All they care about is how they look as a teacher and not your personal success, and they will go pretty far to make themselves look good. During my junior year especially, things got rough. I was super depressed and didn't have much of a drive to do anything. I was being bullied viciously because some girl decided to make me her human punching bag, and I was pretty lonely. I stopped reaching out to my friends and stopped caring about school. I was a ball of anxiety anytime I went anywhere near my school. But my wonderful friends helped me learn to live again, and I finally started getting better. I don't think I would be alive without them. Haidyn, Jackson, and Sienna are some of the most important people in my life. I love my parents dearly, but it's hard to admit to needing help when both of your parents are some of the most successful surgeons in California. The expectations are high and sometimes even overbearing. And that horrible girl ended up moving or changing schools or something. So, my luck was finally turning around, and I was ready to make senior year my bitch. I just want something exciting and just, well different to happen. Everything is almost always the same, I get up, go to school, come home, repeat. Oh, and hang-out with my friends. You would think that living in one of the biggest cities in the world that I would have a plethora of things to do, but I don't. You would also think that there be at least one fucking person who would want to date me or even take the tiniest bit of interest in me romantically. But I guess it's for the best. I wouldn't have the first clue as to what to do in a relationship. Not to mention, the whole virginity thing. I feel like I'm the only 17-year-old girl in California who hasn't done anything sexually. Is it frustrating? Extremely. Is it embarrassing? Kinda. I'm just someone who wants to be completely ready to be in a sexual relationship. The idea scares me but excites me at the same time. On one hand, I'm terrified of someone seeing me naked. On another, I want that intimacy with someone very much. It's an internal struggle I've been contemplating for a while. But it doesn't really apply to my life right now, so I push it to the back of my mind. 

I'm pulled from my thoughts when I realize that I've arrived at Hell, otherwise known as Ocean View High School. I'm anxious for what this school year holds. Last year's events left me very apprehensive of returning to school this fall, and I can only hope that it will be a good senior year. Even though it's only 8:00 am it's horribly hot, and the sun is shining brightly. I love the weather in California, but I wish it would rain more. I love a good thunderstorm. I make my way through the busy parking lot and enter the building. I walk down one of the long hallways with other students, all of them greeting friends and trying to find their lockers. I look at my schedule and see that my first period is English, not a terrible way to start the school day. I easily find my locker and start unloading my various books and notebooks. I pull out my notebook for English and stuff it into my bag. I turn over my shoulder and walk right into someone's chest. I stumble back and lift my head to see my friend Jackson smiling at me. "Jackson!" I exclaim. He embraces me and I hug him back tightly. "I've missed you Sloane." He says, even though I saw him a few days ago. "Where's Sienna?" I ask. As soon as I finish the question a pair of skinny arms wrap around Jackson's waist and an ecstatic looking Sienna emerges from behind Jackson. Sienna, my best friend and Jackson's girlfriend of two years runs up to me and practically squeezes the life out of me. "Oh my gosh Sloane I've missed you even though I saw you less than 36 hours ago!" She exclaims. I smile warmly and greet her. One of the main reasons I love Sienna so much is because of her unwavering optimism. She is such a caring and sweet person. I know she would do anything for our entire friend group without batting an eye. We both have English together, so we bid Jackson goodbye and start walking to the classroom.