the deal ~ h.s. (au)

18. Epic

enjoy :)

-Ivy xx

Monday. One word, one day, but thousand bad things coming along with it. For some strange reason, I don't know, Monday is my mother's favourite day. I try ignoring the alarm that is so deafening, making a hole inside of my brain, but I manage to open my eyes in defeat and turn it off. I yawn as I scroll down Instagram feed, looking at all those perfect pictures people are posting and feeling bad about myself because I somehow manage to look like a dying seal in each one I take.

I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking about the level of awful this day may reach. I hate college. Not because I don't like studying or anything of the sort because I actually find that interesting, but because I'm attending a college I despise with people I despise. Except for Jo who saves me from jumping out of the window.

Plus, today I'm seeing Harry. Which I still don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. It's good because the sooner we meet, the sooner will all this be over. But it's bad because he was very mean, like he always is and I know that I should probably get used to his cockiness and that brutal smirk of his, but I just can't because it annoys me too much and I am pretty sure that by now it is forever engraved into my mind. I usually hate people who's intentions are to only hurt other, not even thinking about their feelings. Harry and I are polar opposites. He's so rude and annoying and I try my best to not hurt anybody's feelings, which can make me annoying so I guess, being annoying is the only thing we actually have in common.

My legs drag themselves across the floor as I make my way towards the living room, holding a bowl of cereal in my hands before I settle my ass down on the sofa. Jo sits next to me, eating her cereal like it's the last meal she'll ever have. I turn the TV on and leave this channel that shows Sponge Bob.

"I honestly don't get this show," Jo comments with her mouth full of cereal, "have you heard about the theory that the characters represent the 7 sins?" She asks and I nod with my head.

"Yes, you tell me about it almost every time we watch it," I say with a chuckle and she rolls her eyes, "but I have this new theory that talks about Crusty being a cannibal," I say and she gasps.

We spend a few minutes more talking about the theories we know, most of them we've already talked about, but still go on blabbing about them. When our conversation gets too deep, we decide that it's too early for that and leave the living room to get ready.

I grab white jeans and a baby blue shirt that I'm pretty sure belongs to Jo, and walk over in the bathroom to conceal my face and put on some mascara in an intention to have a natural look on today, but give up on that when I put on some eye-shadow and contour my face. I cannot control myself when it comes to makeup.

Soon after that Jo and I jump in her car and drive away, heading towards our wonderful collage. We have lessons from 9 to 1 today and then again from 3 to 5 and honestly, today just can't be any worse.

"What will you do if Liam wants to talk to you?" I ask Jo and she sighs at the question as she tightens her grip on the steering wheel.

"I'll ignore him. Or not. I'll probably talk to him, but then I'll just ignore him the whole time and leave eventually," She says, proud of her plan, which doesn't sound very realistic when it comes to her in his presence.

I sigh before I reply to her plan, "Well, that is an awesome plan, Jo," I say sarcastically and she hits my shoulder, following that action with a chuckle.

Unfortunately, we arrive pretty quickly at university and I take a deep breath before stepping out of the car. I take my bag and close the car door before I wait for Jo to finish putting her mascara on and to lock her car. You'd think that after some time I'd get used on this building, this white walls with some yellow and dark red designs and the tilled floor that makes every step a person takes sound like they have rock tied to their feet, but you'd be wrong. I still enter this building with the same need to throw up.