Worse Than The Rest

Chapter Eleven

I woke Imogen up at half past five the next morning. Truth be told, I probably could have let her sleep for at least another half an hour, but I hadn't slept at all, and I was bored of sitting alone in my room with nothing but memories I had been trying to forget. I didn't know what had come over me. It had been months since I had properly thought about Andy and all the things we'd done and promises that he had broken. But suddenly my thoughts were crowded with pieces of him and there were memories of him in every crack or crevice in my mind. I had a bad feeling about the rest of the week and the anxiety was sitting like a rock in my gut-but it didn't make sense to be afraid, so I concluded it was a side affect of Missing Andy Syndrome, and got on with what I had to do.

Imogen glared at me before she had even opened her eyes properly. She then pulled herself out of bed in a lazy, sloth-like fashion.

"This isn't morally right," She argued, "don't you have a conscience?" I laughed at her.

"Yeah, but we both have to get ready, so we'll need extra time," I said, barely above a whisper so that Imogen didn't get annoyed with me for being loud, "Especially seeing as you draw on your eyebrows because you're weird." Immy rolled her eyes at me and went to make tea while I took a shower.

By seven, Imogen and I were both ready to leave. She was sitting on the sofa with her third coffee, having decided that there wasn't enough caffeine in tea to survive the rest of the day.

"Are you even alive?" I asked jokingly, taking a seat next to her.

"Mm... no," She mumbled, "not on the inside anyway." Imogen's eyes were half closed and her head was nodding forward every so often, as if she was some kind of Bobble-Head figure- it was somewhat amusing, although I did feel bad for her.

"You'll be fine in a couple of hours." I said, and Imogen shook her head and replied,

"I will pass out in a couple of hours." So I laughed and said,

"Well we don't have to leave until eight, so you can sleep for a bit if you want. I thought it would take longer for us both to get ready." Imogen sighed in relief as she finished the last few sips of her coffee.

"I will punch you if you wake me up before six thirty tomorrow." She said, curling up and falling asleep instantly.

I hadn't bothered bringing up how I felt about Andy yet, because in truth, I didn't really know how I felt about him. All I really knew was that the pain in my chest was still there, and no matter what happened, I could never be with Andy again... because I was far too in love with him.

Imogen and I got to school and I was immediately annoyed.

"Someone has parked in my space." I announced, "Someone with a car has parked in my space. Imogen, please tell me that you're seeing this and that I am not imagining the car that is parked in my space- you see that, don't you?" Imogen nodded.

"Yes, I see it." She said, "But I haven't seen it before, so it's probably a visitor." I huffed aggressively, before turning the bike around and parking my bike on the road outside school. The student car park wasn't very big, there were about twelve spaces. The reason for this was because very few students actually owned cars or bikes of their own, and this was because most of us came from middle or lower class families and therefore couldn't afford our own car or bike.

Imogen and I walked to the field where the rest of our friends were. The friend group consisted of myself, Imogen, Mikey, Jake and Callum. We each had other friends who sat with us at lunch and joined us in PE or sat with us in cases, but more often than not it was just the five of us who hung out on a regular basis. Mikey was already sat on the grass with Jake and Callum, he smiled at me as I sat down next to him.