Split / b.u. and h.s.

e p i s o d e : o n e

Tammy Edgewater

I woke up cold and lazy. It was chilly inside thanks to my father who didn't turn on the heat last night. He likes the house to be chilly and not warm. He won't complain one bit even if the house is literally freezing. He just wants it.

My mother is the total opposite. She likes it the warm and cozy way.

I don't like it either way. I want it to be normal. Just normal.

I got out of bed, letting the cold air embrace my bare legs, making goosebumps rise on my skin. I hated this cold. It was horrifyingly idiotic and cringe. Yes, that's how I describe cold.

The first thing I did was grab my phone off the neon lit nightstand and check it.
I had five notifications and it was five in the morning. All of them were from Rylie -my only friend- because I'm too shy and awkward to make friends and she is just as awkward as me. Perfect match, ammirite.

She had texted me at twelve in the morning and now, it was five in the morning so the moment I read her message, I couldn't help but cringe and let out an annoyed groan.

She wished me a Happy Valentine's Day.

What the-

"Okay I'm done with my life." I said slamming the phone back down and grabbing all my clothes and getting inside the bathroom.

Bath was the most terrifying thing in the entire human race when it was cold. I mean I do use hot water but the second I get out of the shower, I'm frozen.

I quickly pull on my clothes and try to look nice by applying some make-up. Swearing to every god of every religion, I'm not a make-up person. I just tried to put some on that day because it was Valentine's Day.

Oh, why do I apply make-up even though I don't have a Valentine?

Because of a heart bursting, mind diverting, highly distracting thing called 'crush.'

His hair was in a set of brown curls and underneath a pair of perfect eyebrows, lay two green orbs adorning a set of full pink lips. When he smiled lazily, his dimples started playing the game. He was tall, lean, slim and confident. After all, he was in the school's basketball team. 

Ask me how much more cliche my life could be.

After daydreaming and brooding over my crush life, I stuffed myself with some fat pancakes and chilled orange juice and the moment I left the house, I froze. 

I jolted back in, grabbing my jacket and storming back out. I started walking down the road and school was just two blocks away. My family took this house keeping Darkwater High in mind.

 The moment I crossed a block, I felt drops of water on my neck and when I looked up, I found out that it was drizzling. My make-up. My hair. My dress. Holy mother of-

I started running towards the school where I could see people with their hoodies, walking in. If I don't make it before it's starts pouring, then consider me done with my life as usual.

And I don't know why. I just don't know why, I heard thunder boom all around like a surround sound system. I muttered a quiet but frantic, "Shit" and sped as fast as I could. 

And then God decided to give the Earth a shower on the 'massage' mode. 

Drops came down rushing and falling heavily all over my body as I was running. I felt water seep down, giving me chills. I started rushing even more which wasn't really helping. The wind was strong against my very own self and the rain was an add-on to the torture, defeating me.