Boys || h.s

chapter 5;

When I walked into the house, my mom and dad were sitting on the couch watching whatever nightly news was on. My dad had his arm around my mom’s shoulder as she sat next to a box of tissues that looked empty. My mom’s mascara and eyeliner was smudged all over her face. Wow, don’t I feel like a complete asshole. 

“Hi, honey.” My dad said, trying to manage a smile. I gave a small wave and made my way up the stairs, and walked towards my room. 

I walked in and shut the door, sliding down until I found my way to the floor. I stunk of sweat and cigarettes. As you can tell, I haven’t exactly mastered the art of hiding the scent with out making it super obvious by spraying gallons of perfume on. 

I was still sitting on the floor, thinking about the countless things I was supposed to do on my Thursday night. Instead, I went out to drink and smoke. Why? I think it’s because I’m an idiot, which isn’t arguable. 

I took off my black vans and peeled off my socks which I threw to the side and placed my head in my hands. “I still have that fucking essay to do.” I told myself as I finally got up. I walked towards my closet and picked out some clean clothes and made my way to the bathroom so I can shower. Something I definitely needed. I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. As I was waiting, my mind wouldn’t stop thinking of the curly haired boy who walked me home. 

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After I got out of the shower and was already changed, it was already going on 10 o’clock. I grabbed my phone which was in the pocket of my shorts, and turned it on. I had two missed calls from Brett and five text messages from him. I shook my head. I sat at my desk and instantly knew that tonight was going to be a long night. 

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I don’t know when or how I fell asleep, but I did, and was awoken by the sound of my alarm. I ended up knocking out when I was more than halfway done with my essay. I didn’t finish, but it was better than nothing. I had gotten more calls and text messages from Brett, some from Kirs and Clare throughout the night, but that was about it. 

It was 6:30 in the morning and I still hadn’t gotten up from my uncomfortable sleeping position that consisted of my essay as my pillow. I lifted my head and my english paper came with me. I peeled it off of my face. “Shit.” Of course, I drooled on the paper. My writing was now smudged in the weirdest of places. I placed the messed up paper in my black folder and placed all my school essentials back in my navy blue backpack. I smiled a bit remembering how Harry brought up my black backpack that had all the writing on it. It was in my closet now with the other things that I rather not see anymore. 

I walked into my bathroom and did my usual morning routine for school. When I was done, my hideous school uniform was placed on my bed. My mom probably came in sometime during the morning and ironed it. Hopefully she isn’t as sad or angry as she was the night before. 

I walked toward my full length mirror, grabbed my hair and placed it in a a fishtail braid. I placed my face closer to the mirror to check if my makeup came out alright. I sighed. I was never satisfied with how I looked. 

When I was done, I grabbed my backpack, my phone, and made my way down the stairs. “Mom?” I said. She was usually in the kitchen in the morning, but today she wasn’t. 

I felt a small vibrate in my hand. It was my phone, it was my mom.

[Text Message]:

Mom: in the car. 

Yeah, she’s totally still mad at me. I walked out of my house and made my way into my mom’s car. 

The whole car ride was me nodding my head to Bastille. I could feel my mom tense up as I sang along to some of their depressing lyrics. 

Do you like the person you’ve become?

“No, absolutely not.” I thought to myself.

Are you going to age without mistakes?

“Probably not.” I thought to myself once again. 

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve, and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground.

I thought, “Reminds me of someone.” I pressed the pause button and took off my earbuds as I felt my mom’s car come to stop. I had arrived at the place I probably hate the most: Granger Academy. I looked out the window and saw the usual scene of blonde haired girls who hiked up their skirts so much that you were able to see whatever was supposed to stay hidden. Almost every girl was caked in makeup, and was holding a Starbucks or Vera Bradley something. The boys on the other hand would always be carrying some kind of sports equipment. 

“Ara.” My mom said, in a raspy voice. It didn’t even sound like her. 

I kept my eyes out the window. “Yeah?” 

My mom didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Have a good day.”

I turned to her and gave her a small smile and nodded. “You too.” I unbuckled my seatbelt, grabbed my backpack and got out of the car. As my mom was driving away I placed one earbud back in my ear and listened to whatever was playing. “Another day in this shit hole.” I said, walking towards the main entrance. 

There were some benches by the entrance, and I could see that there were some guys sitting on them, but due to my sucky vision, I couldn’t make them out. As I got closer, I was able to see a curly haired guy who was holding a lacrosse stick. Of course, only at Granger do guys play sports that aren’t even in season yet. 

I sighed and proceeded to walk into school. Even though I didn’t even look at Harry or acknowledge the fact that he was there, I could feel his green eyes piercing through my back, analyzing every move I made.