Get Ready to Run

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

 

*Slight sexual content*

When one turns eighteen they begin to think that a number makes them mature, all high and mighty in the eyes of anyone who's not eighteen yet. Just a few days ago, I myself was still seventeen, only not a normal seventeen year old. I had lived through more than anyone has in their life time. Sure I had just experienced my first "heartbreak", but besides that, life had been anything but ordinary on top of a huge rollercoaster of pure mess.

But today, I wanted all that to change. I wanted to be that stupid, carefree, idiotic, eighteen year old you see in ever bad romantic comedy, even if it was just for a day.

Tyler and I are still rocky. We haven't spoken much since he drunkenly said what he said. He tried apologizing the following morning but, I was too tired to hear it. I had already made up my mind about him, and although I was feeling guilty about it, at first, I was kind of glad it happened. Sure, there's tension in the house, but I'm hoping that'll wear thin soon. Besides, now I won't be tempted into going back on my decision. Yet, even though it had been almost two weeks since, his words still rang clear in my head.

I should have fucked that other girl when I had the chance.

I'm not going to get any from you. I should have slept with that receptionist, at least she was willing.

Those two sentences would manage to randomly pop back into my head during the day, and they hurt just as much as the first time I heard them come out of his mouth. But every time I was at the brink of tears, I'd shove his words to the back of my mind and focus on anything else.

Today though, I refused to think of him or anything terrible in my life. Ironically, today was the one day I could stop acting like an adult for once and let go. Given I'd be letting go with a bunch of slutty cheerleaders in a dark room with loud music and sweaty people dancing, but hey, that's the typical rite of passage these days, so why not?

I didn't want to ask Tyler to watch Hailey for me, almost certain he wouldn't want to do any favors for me, especially on a Saturday night. So once I dropped her off at Rachel's house around noon, I met up with Hayden at the mall to look for an outfit to wear out tonight.

I didn't mind shopping, but if I had the choice, I probably wouldn't do it at all. I hate the whole process of looking for clothes, it takes too much time and in the end you end up frustrated and hating yourself. And after rejecting almost every dress Hayden would throw my way without even trying it on, her patience with me was wearing thin.

"Try SOMETHING on for God's sake! Anything!" She said, holding five, multi colored dresses in each hand.

Looking through the dresses in her arms, I said, "No pink. No neon pink. And definitely no ruffles." I said giving her an annoyed look.

"If you don't like my suggestions then at least go look yourself. I'm gonna go try these cute dresses on for myself." She said, in a rather sassy voice, as she strutted her way into the fitting rooms.

I didn't see why it was absolutely necessary for me to buy a new dress, but I knew Hayden would never let me leave the mall without one.

I filed through the racks of clothing, objecting to anything with bright colors. I've never been one for attention, so eye catching fabrics have never really been my thing. Mostly, I stuck to my dark colors. I already had the dark hair, think black eyebrows and pale skin, so they complemented me pretty well. Unfortunately I wasn't finding what I wanted, which was odd, considering it was Winter and you'd think there would be nothing but black clothes in stores.