Teenage Fever

0 to 100 - Chapter 3

 After their interaction, Drake still let his friends torment Rory allowing his selfish reasons in his mind trump Rory's request. Although, he felt bad about it, he just didn't want to jeopardize his reputation by standing up for her. He was being selfish.

Her words still replaying in his mind, "Drake just lay off cause you don't know me from shit!". But another thing occupied his thoughts. As he replayed the images from in the cafeteria with her he noticed that when she moved her hair from her face, her face was in fact beautiful with gorgeous features and her eyes! Those eyes, well, they were something, they were captivating, you could get lost in them for eternity. He tried to brush those thoughts away by repeatedly reminding himself who she was.

From when he woke up to when he fell asleep his thoughts were clouded either by her in general or trying to decrypt what she meant by him not knowing her. I mean sure he didn't know her personally but he knew the basics, or so he thought. He thought he knew that she was overweight, a geek, and ugly. He assumed that that was her all the time. That she always looked the way she did and acted the way that she does. But little did he know he would soon find out what she meant.

Rory was disappointed when Drake allowed the teasing to continue. This made her think he was more of a jerk and selfish pig than she thought originally. But she carried on ignoring the people, the comments, the paper balls, the insults and especially Drake.

There was a part of her, somewhere deep down, where she had detected something. Where she suspected that there was more to him than this jerk. She felt as if he was just putting up a front, like it was all an act. She felt as if he wanted to help her but felt obligated to stick by these people and he felt obligated to be a jerk like them. Like he was just trying to fit in for some reason. She had no idea why he would have to try but still that thought had crossed her mind. This small part of her wondered what he had been through.

When this small part of her surfaced into her thoughts she would always push it away, deeper into an unknown part of her body in attempt of leaving the thought behind.

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Friday 15th of September

The last bell of the day finally rang. Rory was the first to gather her belongings and rush out the classrooms door while her peers organized their weekend plans with each other. She wanted to leave early for two reasons: one, she didn't want Drake and his friends to follow her and two she had to get home to get ready as Jessa, Harper and she were invited to their friend, Wayne's party that started at 6pm and she needed at least two hours to get ready.

Upon arriving home, she dumped her books on her desk and quickly stripped out of her clothes and replaced her glasses with her contacts.

After 20 minutes of relaxing and soaking in her bubble bath while also washing her hair as well as the weeks worries away, she got out of the bath and wrapped her purple fluffy towel around herself. I exited my ensuite and went into her small walk in closet and decided on wearing her outfit, a colorful long-sleeved crop-top and tight matching skirt paired with some simple black pumps.

She placed her outfit on her bed before re-entering her bathroom.

She stared at her reflection contemplating what to do with her hair.

She decided on straightening her hair to compliment the geometric lines of her outfit. Knowing what a task that would be with her hair she started right away 'til her arms began to ache from lifting them for so long.

By the time she was done it was a quarter to 5 so she decided to keep her makeup simple and natural. Once dressed, she put on her jewelry. She was satisfied with her appearance as it had just gone from 0 to 100 in a matter of 2 hours.