Saving Asher | DISCONTINUED

Chapter 2: The Intruder

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Just saying now that there is swearing and some not-so sexual references in this chapter - sorry!

Hello! Lauren again. I was just getting some food from the fridge (I'm always hungry) and I was singing  YOUTH by Troye Sivan and it inspired me to write this chapter! You'll see the reference in this chapter somewhere😏

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THE NEXT MORNING
LILY'S POV

I wake up to the *calming* sound of my alarm, oh great, school, and worse, a NEW school. The thought of it hurts a little. No Charlotte. No Kimberly. Just me, and of course a bunch of strangers. I can't help but think if Asher will be there, as it is the only school in town I guess (I haven't heard of any others other than Gravemore High).

I walk over to my window and open the blinds, letting the darkness escape and the light to take over. If I'm honest, I kind of wanted to see Asher's face, but I guess he doesn't wake up at 6am in the morning. God, I don't even know why I do! I take a step to the side and look into the mirror to discover that I have HUGE under eye bags. It must of been because of my lack of sleep last night, I'll thank Asher for that one later.

1. He couldn't get out of my head.
2. Even though I closed my window, I could still hear a bunch of guys laughing next door (next time Asher, please shut your window ASWELL!).
3. I was actually nervous for my first day.

Asher was the main reason why I didn't get any sleep though, but it's nothing a little concealer can't hide, right?

I'm not the girl to wear make up. I about draw the line at mascara and concealer. Even then, I barely put any on. I go into the bathroom and brush my teeth, then I take a quick shower - but I don't bother to wash my hair. What? I don't want people to know I'm trying to make an effort!

I get back to my bedroom to check my phone in case I have a message or something, and yeah, because I'm so popular, I get ALL of the messages. Not. Anyway, I do have two messages as a surprise, they're just from Kim and Char wishing me good luck on my first day. I text back and put my phone in my backpack so I don't forget it on my way out. I'm always forgetting things. I go over to my wardrobe and pick out my blue skinny jeans and a 'Cambridge University' hoodie, mostly because I love England, and it's the comfiest jumper I own. I almost forget to pull down my blind - now that would've been embarrassing. I glance over at my clock and see that it's 8am, and school starts at 8:45am for registration (at my first period, which I do not yet know). I sigh out of relief that I'm not late. See, the thing with starting a new high school after everyone else is that I haven't been to that awkward day where EVERYONE feels shy and awkward - and that's the best time to get a group of friends. You see, I'm worried about no one talking to me. I might come off as quite confident, but in reality, I'm not. I stutter, I'm shy most of the time, and I find it really hard to make friends, like, unbelievably hard. It's stupid if you think about it. I just need to suck it up I guess.

My mum offers to take me to school, and I accept, as I don't know the way yet. I had to get to school earlier anyway so that the people at reception can sign me in as the new student and assign me a 'buddy'. Well, at least they'll be nice to me.

On the way there, I put my glasses on. My mum always tells me that I look much better with them off, but the truth is, I can't actually see that well. So, obviously I'm going to wear them. I don't really know why but they're more of a comfort thing than anything. I just feel more confident wearing them. I can always put some contacts in if they get a little annoying - or mum gets annoying.