Love Disorder

Chapter 1

I am walking down the hallway of this hell hole excuse of a school while trying to avoid all the different cliques; populars, sub-populars, players, gamers, expressively weird kids, and other. That's where I am. Other. I would call my group the Sociopaths but that would never catch on.  While doing my best not to reach out and slap people who fully body slam me while walking. Then  I see him. Dean Andrews. He was staring at me for a whole two seconds before running his hand through his perfect chestnut hair and turning back and laughing with his friends. He has his own category. The hot, popular, and rarely nice category. That's my favorite one. I swear he gazed into my soul and it tickled my spine. It tickled a little too much and soon I was shivering and the people in the hallway paid no attention to the person standing stock still and shivering. They literally just walked past me like I wasn't even there. Believe it or not that isn't normal for them. 

 Soon Iʻm drowning I try to walk but I slip and fall onto tiled floor, which is not the school floor, Iʻm not in school anymore but Im lying on the shower floor with the cold water on full blast. I get up wash myself off and get out. I change into short shorts, a sportsbra, and an oversized sweater. Itʻs 12:07 am and I walk out of the bathroom and come face to face with my older brother Matt. He looks at me and doesnt say anything. He has his phone in his hand and I already know he will take shirtless selfies while flexing and send them to his girlfriend. Our parents dont know he has a girlfriend but I wouldnt tell them. Its just the part of me that seeks approval from my brother. 

Before I could walk out of the bathroom he stops me.

Matt: Are you okay?

Me: Yeah. Why?

Matt: Oh I thought I heard you fall.

How long has he been standing outside anyway?

Me: I did but I just hit my knee. 

Why does he care anyways he never did before.

Matt: Why do you shower at one in the morning anyway?

Because I cant sleep, I dont have a boyfriend to talk to, and I like running cold water down my body without you bastards judging me. Thats what I want to say but I just suck it up and choose not to. But the fact that he never cared before got me pissed off so I told him something else.

Me: Because I feel like it douchebag. Why are you taking half-naked selfies in the bathroom and sending them to your girlfriend?

He glared at me and before he could say a smart-ass remark I walked away. This was actually our day to day conversations when we even have them. I walk to m jumy room and slammed my door. Thank God my parents are heavy sleepers. I jump onto my bed  and grab my journal. Its not a diary or anything , I just like writing stories in it. All of them are about a boy named Dean and as you can guess they are all love stories. I do this until I fall asleep. First time in weeks.