Life Of A Socially Awkward Girl

Chapter 10

"Blake!" I called when I saw him in the driveway in front of my house.

He turned around and looked sad.

"Hey what's wrong?" I asked but he didn't answer. "I thought you were still in school."

 He still didn't answer. Then he just broke down crying. He ran to the street but didn't see a giant truck driving by, which hit him after a long beep.

I was traumatized. I almost fell down, fainting, but managed. So I ran up to his bloody body and cried. I bawled. I called for help.

But then I woke up. I woke up crying, out of breath, all sweaty, disgusting and sticky.

I heard footsteps running. My door opened loudly and quickly where mom had rolls up half her hair. Then Rory came running in as well, in his pajama pants, showing his muscles and tattoos. I hated seeing him naked like that.

"Are you okay?!" Mom said out of breath, running towards me. She sat down next to me and took me in her arms.

I was sobbing into her shirt and she was stroking my head.

"It was so real," I managed to say in between my heavy breathing.

"It's okay sweetheart. It wasn't real," she comforted and I slowly stopped crying. And I told her about it. She told me it was okay now and I stood up to get dressed.

When I looked in the mirror I saw my horrible throbbing face and red, teary eyes.

I tried to use some of the concealer mom had bought me to use under my eyes and where I needed it. Honestly, I didn't really know how to use it, but it ended up pretty good.  I also decided to put a little brown eyeliner and some mascara because I was in the mood to be a little pretty.

When I came down to eat breakfast mom was enlightened to see my face.

"Oh you look so pretty, Lucy," she said as she held both her hands on her chest. "Don't you think so, Rory?"

"Yes, very!" he said convincingly, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Made you some eggs and bacon!" 

She put some scrambled eggs and bacon on a plate for me and smiled.

"Wow, why are you being so nice?"

"I'm always this nice!" she said and smiled.

"But why though, really?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something." She looked at Rory. "We wanted to talk to you about something. Now that you've started seeing Logan, who we both like very, very much-"

"I'm not seeing Logan," I replied defensively, taking a bite of my bacon.

"Okay, sure.  So-" she continued but I cut her off.

"Rory hasn't even met him. He knows nothing about him!"

"Well-," he said and looked at mom.

"I just told him about him," she cut in sweetly.

"So you told him the good parts?" I asked eating some of the eggs.

"Which bad parts should I tell him about?"

She was right. There was nothing wrong with Logan. There was nothing bad about him. I had no idea why I always felt so wrong kissing him or being flirted with by him. He was just a casual, loving person.

"As I was saying. Now that you've started seeing Logan-" I rolled my eyes. "We want you to take responsibility of your actions and be careful. And you know how one thing can lead to another so, well... I'll just give you these."