Guys are literally the stupidest beings to ever roam the earth. Harry thought he could get me to go to a club, we're cuddling in bed right now. I roll my eyes at his stupidity while he looks down at me with that goofy grin plastered on his face. "You seriously thought you'd get me to step out of my comfort zone?" I blurt out, but strangely I don't care.
He chuckles, resting his head on my chest for a few seconds, allowing me to stroke his hair before he lifts his head back up. "Kind of." He admits causing me to roll my eyes. He obviously doesn't know me as well as I thought he did if he thought I would step out of my comfort zone.
"You're stupid." I can't help but smile and giggle a little as the words leave my mouth and the cutest pouty face replaces the loving one.
"You're stupid." He retorts, a small smile on his face. We're quiet for a few seconds before he speaks again. "Tell me about your high school career." He asks, his electric green eyes meeting my blue ones. I sigh, I don't like to think about those years. I remember wanting to be a model so badly, and now look at me? I had my first photo shoot for Victoria's Secret this morning. Harry came, to make sure some random guy didn't try to hit on me. I'm sure that's true, but I'm even more sure he only came to see me in some lingirie, which I have yet to buy. I'll do that tomorrow, since its Saturday. He had to tease me about the bikini wax I got, it hurt like a bitch.
"Why?" I ask quietly, his head resting on my chest again. I lie my head on the pillow under me, his arms snake around me, holding me tightly. I'm really hungry but I don't want to move.
"Because I want to know more about you." He mumbles causing me to giggle slightly. No one has ever wanted to know shit about me.
"Okay, uhm..." I start with freshman year.
Flashback
My first day of freshman year. I walk through the doors, not having a clue what I'm doing or where I'm going. I'll admit, I was very naïve when I first came back. I didn't know shit, I made a few friends over the weeks, but only one. I was a shy little bitch, no one willing to get to know me. It was October when I made two more friends, before that I was just kind of there. I didn't really belong, I still don't. But her name was Rachel, and her other friend was Ann. They were great, at first, but weeks passed and the words became hurtful. She turned violent, often asking me for my wrist. I handed it to her, the first few times I was naïve, she would always sink her nails into my skin, often leaving marks. I didn't know why she did this, but she would lie to me about it. She would say she wouldn't hurt me, then she would. After a while I started hanging out with my former bully from middle school, Cheyenne. She was nice, she seemed to have changed, but I still didn't trust her until I got a confirmation from her. But by that time it was too late, I had begun to feel worthless due to Rachel's actions. I eventually left her, but that didn't stop the thoughts. Cheyenne often had to talk me out of cutting. She did, she always did, and I was so grateful for a best friend like her.
Shit started happening towards the end of the year again. I was sick of it. The slut of the school, Lena, was dating my cousin. I'm sure if she didn't know he was my cousin she'd accuse me of flirting with him. Anyways, it was a week before prom. I woke up feeling like shit, I lost my voice, which was hard for me since I loved to talk. I talked all the time because when I left 6th grade year I closed up dramatically, that's when my social anxiety became worse. I had a really bad anxiety attack 7th grade year, I think. I was shaking so badly, I'm sure I was pale as fuck, a cold sweat had formed. I was in class, next to the wall near the back but 2 of my classmates stared at me like I was dying. I know now that its usually a scary experience, and I was so scared because I didn't know what was happening. But anyways, I went to school that day, Lena started shit and I seriously tried to stand up for Cheyenne, I tried yelling, but I couldn't form a sentence without my voice fading off and cracking. I went home that day. Prom sure as hell was fun, the best night of my life because I didn't give a fuck.
