To be an introvert, it can mean to be shy and a bit socially awkward. To like time by yourself rather than be out partying. And that's exactly the case for Hadley Ashby. Combine that with the already awkward girl and you get one larger bomb of awkwa...
Chapter seventeen | Haywire "Sometimes the happiest memories hurt the most."
I lay on my back in my bed. It felt right to mope. Until school started at least. The rain hit my window which was soothing but still I felt like I was a vegetable about to be thrown in the cooking pot. Lana Del Ray played quietly in the background.
I sit up slowly in my bed and kick my legs to the side where I put on my slippers. I walked to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I looked like a zombie. I cried a lot the last two nights. My heart was broken.
He may say he didn't mean it but any guy would jump at the chance to kiss Kiara. He looked so happy too. I mentally slapped myself in the face. I need to snap out of it. It's over. I'm going to meet with Max today. We are going to get macaroons at a local French bakery.
My hair had become a big knot and the grey shirt I was wearing already had some food stain on it. My sweatpants were starting to become a second layer on my skin. I scared myself! I splashed water on my face which instantly woke me up. I brushed my teeth and got undressed to shower.
The water was refreshing and the smell of grape fruit body wash was calming. The Moroccan oil shampoo and conditioner left a delightful lingering smell. I stood in the shower for a while after washing my face and getting my hair untangled. I hoped that when I got out of this shower I was different. A different always felt like some kind of time machine of some sort where it would make you prettier or more popular or nicer or even more confident.
It wasn't like I didn't have self esteem issue. I always felt pretty pressured when I was younger to be perfect but never was. But that doesn't effect me as much now. Showers just make me feel like a whole new person. I don't see what's wrong with that. I got out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around my body then went to go change.
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I grabbed a small bag and put my phone, wallet, charger, and house keys. I went downstairs and to my surprise Mrs. Collier was sitting at the dinning table with a cup of coffee in her hands and a tissue to her eyes. My mom looked at me with a frown. "He hasn't been the same. So bland. I'm not sure what's wrong with him, he's never like this!" She sighed and my mom grabbed her hand as a comforting gesture.
There was a ding on my phone and I took it out while grabbing orange juice from the fridge.
Bellamy Collier: Hadley. Please answer.
I shut my phone off and poured myself some juice and grabbed myself a breakfast bar. I ate the bar as my mom gave Mrs. Collier advice. She used the excuse "he's a teenage" way too many times.
I cleared my throat and smiled sympathetically at Mrs. Collier. "Mom, I'm going out with Max. I'll be back soon I hope you feel better Mrs. Collier." She returned the smile and nodded at me.
"Okay, just don't be out too late, David and Oliver are coming over for dinner tonight. Take out the trash, please?" She asked. I nodded and grabbed the trash back. I brought the bag outside and tossed it into big trash can. I rubbed my hands together than started walking in the direction of Max's house.
Once I got thereI texted him and stood by the pretty flower bed. He came out of his house wearing a grid patterned blue shirt over a plain white shirt and paired that with basic blue jeans. He threw his arm over my shoulder. "You ready?" He asked. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." I laughed and he did the same. He opened his car door for me and I thanked him as I took my seat in the passenger seat.
"What kind of macaroons are you hoping on getting?" He asked and turned down the car radio. I thought for a little while Max started the engine and drove down the street.
"I'm thinking Belgian chocolate and raspberry." Max hummed in agreement. I smiled and leaned against the door. We drove in a comfortable silence with the radio playing quietly in the background.
The sky was grey but still brought me comfort. Strange isn't it. We finally got to the French bakery. "Hadley is there something you aren't telling me? You seem a bit off? More quiet than usual." He asked and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked down at his hand.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just didn't get lots of sleep last night." I reassured him and shrugged, making his hand fall off my shoulder.
"Did something happen? Are you okay? You love sleep it is unusual for you to 'not get enough'." He spoke with air quotes.
I smiled at him childishly and punched him in the arm. He faked a pained expression then we got out of the car. The rest of the time we spent together he decided not to press the subject which I was thankful for. I would rather just forget about it all.
It's for the best... I hoped anyway. ________________________________ A u t h o r ' s N o t e
I am aware that this chapter is very uneventful. This was more of a filler chapter to get comfortable with Hadley's point of view again, hence it being so short. I hope to post another chapter soon!!
