Forgotten

Chapter 3

It's been two hour since Justin has left. I've done nothing but lay in my bed and cry. I can't believe he took advantage of me. That's not the Justin I know. I thought he was coming back. I though my Justin was back. He used me. He made me feel like I was nothing. 

I look up to see the pictures of him and I all over my wall. All I see is red. I get up, grabbing all of the pictures, tearing them off the walls. I don't even look at them, as I rip them in my hands. I fucking HATE him. I hate him so much. I grab the last picture on the wall, as it's a picture of him and I kissing the day we went to the beach. The tears begin to fall, as I grab it, tearing it in two. 

I thought..Maybe doing that would make me feel decently better. It didn't change the way I feel. It didn't change the fact that he came over, told me he loved me to get in my pants, and then left to go to his new girlfriends house. It doesn't change anything. 

I stare down at all of the ripped pictures all over the ground. I fall to the floor, holding them in my hand, wishing I didn't ruin all of the memories I've had of him. He may be bad now, but those memories mean the world to me. I ruined it. I leave all the pieces down as I crawl back into bed. Curling into a ball, I continue to cry, unable to stop the tears. Slowly but surely, I'm asleep.

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I wake up to my alarm for me to go to school again today. I am so exhausted. I can't even focus on anything. I get up, wiping my eyes. Walking to the mirror, I notice how puffy my eyes are. I am so tired. In my drawers, there are sweats and a hoodie. I guess I'll wear that today. I don't want to dress up. I'm too lazy to want to look pretty. I have nobody to impress anyway. 

I get into my car, looking in the mirror, noticing the bags under my eyes. Fuck. I grab my foundation, spreading it around my face, then putting a bit of mascara on. I can go out of the house looking like a wreck, but not that bad. I don't want to look horrid. 

I've realized that I now have to go to every single class with Justin. I should go to my counsilor to see if they can change my classes, so I don't have to look at him. They should let me change my locker as well. It's only the second day of school. 

I get out of my car, grabbing my bags, walking straight to my counsilor. Knocking on the door, the lady with blonde hair has an incredible smile. 

"Hello" Her voice is incredibly friendly. This should be easy. 

"Hello. I'm Audrey. I'm actually in here to see if I can switch my classes?" 

She nods, smiling, "let see what we can do for you, Audrey." I sit down in front of her desk, "What is your ID number?"

I grab my ID, reading the numbers aloud, "608850" 

She types in the numbers into the computer, reading into my schedule. "Well...I can switch your Calc, History,  and Sociology class, but I can't switch Gym or Physics." 

"Fuck" I mumble. 

She giggles, "Well then...Would you be alright with that, or would you like to keep it the same?" 

I sigh, "I'd like the new schedule. Thank you."

She types quickly, printing out a sheet of paper. "Here is your new schedule."

I look down to see that I have Calc first instead of History. 

I guess that's a start. I really didn't want to have any class with Justin. I decided not to bring up the locker because I didn't want to be much of a hassle to the counsilor. I hate being pushy. I'm the farthest thing from it. At least when it comes down to everyone but Justin.