The Girl (Almost) Everyone Ignored

Chapter 3

Goodnight, Until Tomorrow
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I wanted to cut my insides out and then feed them to myself. Gross. Why would Emma even think that Carter was checking me out? Not in a million years.

He hates me.

I sat on my bed, reading some type of magazine that my mom suggested to me a few days ago. Something about beauty care, she obviously doesn't know me well.

"What do you mean it was an accident?" I heard distant yelling.

I looked over, at the huge ceiling-to-wall window, to see the house next to mine. Carter's. He had the same type of window and it had full-on view to my room as mine did to his. Usually I had dark curtains hanging in front of the window, but my mom must've opened them.

"Trying to brighten the room" she'd tell me when messing around my room, though the light pink walls were more than enough.

Carter was on the phone, obviously angered. He kept on talking, and I looked back to the magazine.

I heard about it, a breakup. It's a good thing he's cold-souled. He's dated lots of girls, each relationship lasting anywhere from a week to a month. After each breakup, the next day he'd have another girl to flirt with. He's a fuckboy, if anything.

But what did I care?

I looked back over into his room. He was sitting on his bed, then tossed his phone to his bed beside him. He was extremely agravated in a depressed way.

He suddenly looked up at me, from under his hair. It was a bit creepy, I flinched.

Oh well.

I stood up and walked acroos my room to my personal bathroom. I quickly got changed into a tank-top and sweatpants then brushed my teeth. Wow, I thought to myself aloud, someone actually noticed me.

Then I laughed, walking back to my room. He tried to act like he wasn't watching me as he walked to his dresser. Probably trying memorize my face so he can slam my locker more or push me into the walls, lockers, people, anything that would "hurt" me.

I walked to the windows and closed the curtains, so I couldn't see him anymore. I laid down on my bed and covered up. Then a thought came to me.

What if Carter was going to try and separate me from my two best friends? Would he even try? Were we even the "Unbreakable besties" anymore? Would Liam and Emma stand up for me? Stay friends with me?

What was I thinking? They were my best friends, of course they would stay with me. We were inseparable. Indestructible. Unbreakable. Messed with one, you got two more to deal with.

They've accepted me. Dressing darkly, listening to different varieties of music, hiding in the shadows. Emma doesn't quite enjoy my "fashion" sense, but she does all she can to get me new clothes.

They've met my other friends, and the three of us all agreed they were all super nice. They're ok with them, but they don't make it out of their way to talk to them everyday like I try to do.

But the two do everything for me. Try to cheer me up. Try to make me happy. Try to make me stand out, though that doesn't always work out well. They're some of the bestest friends I could ask for.

At times.