In Repair

-CHAPTER TEN-

-LOLA'S P.O.V-

I woke up the next morning to shrill sound of my alarm. I groaned and went to turn around to turn it off. I looked over to my curtains that were fluttering slightly as the breeze flew in through my open window. I sighed and stood up wincing as the cuts on m thighs adjusted to me standing. I went over to my wardrobe picking out a simple grey long sleeved top and black ripped jeans with my Adidas all stars and made my way lazily to the bathroom. 

I stepped out of the bathroom shutting the door quietly behind me and made my way to my room to start on my hair and makeup. I quickly blow dried and straightened my hair, starting on my makeup i applied my foundation and did a light contour, i applied a thin layer of eyeliner on my eyes adding a wing on the end and coated my eyelashes with mascara. Looking in the mirror and being somewhat happy with my appearance i grabbed my school bag and was about to head out of the door to walk to school when i heard mum from the kitchen.

"Lola don't worry about walking to school, Lisa offered for Ethan and Grayson to drive you." My heart rate quickened in my chest and i started to breath heavily. I couldn't face Grayson after what i heard last night. It was too soon. 

"No mum it's honestly fine i can walk." I replied back, a pleading tone in my voice.

"Lola i don't care you have no idea where you're even going-"

"But-" 

"No buts Lola you're going with them whether you like it or not. Have a good first day" After giving me a kiss on the cheek she turned and walked away towards the kitchen. My shoulders slumped in defeat and i opened the front door and made my way to the Dolan household. 

I knocked on the door and of course it had to be Grayson to open the door. He smiled down at me and gave me a hug. My arms stayed at my sides while his were wrapped securely around my waist. He pulled away and gave me a weird look.

"Lola are you okay?" He asked, concern laced in his voice. I gave him a tight smile and mumbled a quiet...

"Just peachy." Before walking into his house and sitting on the couch scrolling through instagram trying to give me something to distract myself from the boy sitting next to me. 

After five minutes of me and Grayson sitting in silence Ethan came running down the stairs loudly and came to a stop right in the doorway, glaring at grayson and i before sighing heavily.

"If you two want to get to school get your asses in the car now or i'm leaving you both here." He sad grumpily and walked in the direction of the garage. 

"Jesus what crawled up your ass?" I mumbled to myself hoping nobody would hear me as he slammed the car door shut in anger.

"What did you just say to me?" Ethan said glaring at me through the rear vision mirror. I shrunk back down into my seat.

"N-nothing." I stuttered out and turned my head to look outside of the window, watching as the color of houses all blurred into one as we sped past them. The ride to school was uneventful, Ethan had his eyes set on the road and i had my headphones in, ignoring the looks i was getting from Grayson. 

The moment Ethan stopped the car in the student car park i jumped out and kept my head down while speed walking through the big grey front doors of Livingston High School, ignoring Grayson's shouts and praying no one was looking at me. 

After trying to find the main office i finally came across a set of double doors the same colour as the front of the school with the sign "Main office" written in black letters above the door. I stepped towards the doors, pushing them open just as a rush of cool air surrounded my body making me shiver.

"Hi how can i help you darling?" The voice came from a small women on my right. She was sitting behind a big desk and she had her arms propped up as she slightly tilted her head to get a better look at me making her graying hair shift slightly to the right. I turned and smiled softly at her, starting to walk towards her. 

"Hi i'm Lola Flowers, um i'm new." She smiled back at me warmly and bent down to look in her desk drawers. She pushed her thick rimmed glasses back up onto her nose and handed me a piece of paper.

"This is your time table. Your first class is math in room 104 with Mr Harolds and your locker number is number 126, have a good first day sweetie. She waved me goodbye and i walked out of the doors and into the swarm of students trying to get to their first period classes. I sighed realising that maybe today might not be as easy as i was expecting. 

good luck. 

Oh shut up thoughts.

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okay so i had such bad writers block while writing this chapter lmaoooooooooooooooo and ik it's really shitty but hopefully the next chapter will be lit.