No Promises

Chapter One

"Shawn, honey, wake up, I made you your favourite,  fish and chips with garlic bread and mashed potatos. And hot chocolate," My mother coaxed me, gently shaking my shoulder.

Stubbornly, I kept my eyes screwed shut tightly, refusing to wake up. Because waking up meant that I had to come back to reality. Waking up meant no more pretending that everything was fine, that she hadn't cheated, that my best friend hadn't betrayed me, that my whole bloody world hadn't  just turned upside down. Waking up meant having to face the world again, after Clary ripped my heart out and tore it in two.

"Honey, look, I know you're facing a tough time but you can't stop eating because of what she did," My mother kneeled next to me, and my eyes flitted open, "I know it sucks. Old Mark did the same thing to me. But you can't just let her win. Get up. Face the world and rub it in her face that you dont need her!"

I rolles over, staring at the ceiling. "I don't think I can live without her."

My mother couldn't help but let out a long sigh, making me grin. A frown chased it away a moment later, as the thought of Clarissa cheating on me the week before re-entered my head.

My mother ruffled my hair. "You look like crap. I'm not having you look like that when my guest comes over."

I raised an eyebrow, her words piqueing my interest. She smiled cheekily, standing and loftily announcing, "You'll find out later!" Before striding out the door.

I sighed. I didn't really feel like getting up, but I didn't want to be downstairs when her guest arrived. I forced myself out of bed, deciding to take a shower after bolting down my enticing meal.

I slid my legs off the side of the bed, and reluctantly made my way downstairs, my stomach growling loudly as soon as I made eye contact with The One: my lunch.

I grabbed my cutlery, and started shoving food into my mouth at speeds that would've given The Flash a run for his money.

As I put my plate in the sink, I heard three sharp knocks on the door. I dashed upstairs immediately.  I hadn't showered in a couple of days, my clothes were dirty and rumpled, my hair was a mess, and I reeked of mankind's most feared toxic gas- Body odour.

Why didn't I decide to clean up before I ate?

Panting, I dashed into my old bedroom, shutting the door quickly. Outside, I could hear the sound of my mother's cheerful chatter as she welcomed in her new guest. Feeling reassured that I had a rough guess of the mysterious guest's whereabouts, I walked into my en suite toilet, stripping before stepping into the shower.

As I let the warm water cascade over my body, I leaned my forehead against the wall, feeling strangely tired even though I hadn't done much the past few days other than sleep. Inevitably, my mind filled itself with thoughts about Clarrissa, or Clary as I liked to call her. I briefly considered my happiest moments with her, but it felt...wrong somehow.

I found myself over-analysing the situation. The smile on her face as we kissed at prom. Was it genuine? Was she thinking of kissing Richard instead? Was she struggling to maintain the pretence, feeling guilty about her misdeeds? Had she already begun performing her misdeeds?

I cried out in anger, banging my head against the wall.

"Are you okay?"

Feeling pissed, I hastily wrapped a towel around my waist before flinging the door open.

"My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend,  do you think I'm-" I stopped when I realised the woman on the other side was not my mother.

She was stunning, with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes, and light brown skin. She was clad in a black jacket, pulled tight around a long dress that cut off at her knees. She blinked, blushing when she realised I was almost naked.

"Oh, uh, hi." I said awkwardly.

Really mom? Why'd you have to have a guest over today of all days?

Cheeks on fire, she ducked out of the bathroom, leaving me alone in shame. After waiting for five minutes , I opened the door slowly, making sure she wasn't in my bedroom, and hurriedly locked my bedroom door, before getting dressed.

I threw myself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I replayed the events that just occured in my mind and groaned, turning over and shoving my face into the pillow, cheeks on fire. Why did I have to be so... ugh!

After about half an hour, I heard my mother calling my name. Thinking that her guest was already gone, I quickly brushed my hair and walked down the stairs, only to see that the girl was still here, but was standing up to leave.

"Shawn!" Mom enveloped me in a hug, before patting my shoulder, "Please be a dear and walk Camille home, it's not very safe around these parts nowadays."

F**k my life.

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Sup peeps.

I managed to spit out another chapter. So. That's that.

Anyways, school's reopening in about a week, so I probably won't be updating for about a thousand years.

Anyways, love you guys.

*fades into the shadows*