Rejected? Regret it.

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EDITED

Your typical rejected by your mate story. But with some twist.

Chapter one.

Waking up in the morning is never easy. And when I say never I mean NEVER. Especially when it's a Monday. Monday's are literally the worst.  Besides the fact that Monday's are terrible today just so happens to be the first day for me going to a new school. Oh the horror. I mean it's the middle of the second semester and I'm new? Like why?

Like that is so not cool. Emphasis on the 'so'. Being new honestly sucks. The thing I hate the most are the stares. The girls just love to give you stare downs of jealousy and hatred. The hell did I ever do to them? And the guys. Don't even get me started on the guys. The lust filled glances and perverted stares. They technically are eye raping you while you're casually walking down the hallway. Gross right?

Anyways yeah that's all that I will be getting myself in to when I start my first day at rancho peak high school in the second semester of my senior year.

Beep* beep* beep*

I wake up to the sound of my alarm beeping like there's no tomorrow. Fuck the person who had the idea to create the alarm clock. That is possibly the worst invention someone has ever came up with. My mother is banging on my door telling me to hurry up and get ready for my first day at a new high school. Yay. Note the sarcasm. I practically have to drag myself out of bed and walk into my bathroom. What a way to start of the day.

I splash water on my face in hope to get the sleep out of my eyes and adding some color to my very pale face. I'm super pale like this shit isn't even funny. I turn on the shower waiting for it to heat up. While it's doing that I walk back into my room and grab a towel and my clothes for hell today.

I'm not "girly" like at all but I do like to make good first impressions because I mean why not. So I grab my black undies and matching bra from Victoria secret, and a black skater skirt with a white and gold crop top. I walk back to my shower to see that is just the right temperature that I wanted. Yay. I get in and do my normal routine. I washed my hair with my vanilla and strawberry shampoo and conditioner. It smells so bomb you have no idea. Then after shaving I grabbed my towel and dried myself. Tmi right?

I walked back to my room and blow dried my long ombre dyed hair leaving it only slightly damp and wavy. I put on my undergarments, applied some lotion because you got to stay moisturized right? And then threw on my crop top with my skirt. I walked to my mirror and applied light make up onto my face and mascara to my hazel green eyes to make them 'pop' alittle. I took a look at my figure in my outfit and I smiled slightly in approval. My 5'4 body and my slight curves make me look some what decent.

I realized I was going to be late for the bus. Yes, the bus. My parents are making me take the bus on my first day of school. Wonderful isn't it? I urgently slipped on my black flats and grabbed my backpack and ran for the bus. I literally ran to the bus. I hate running, with a passion.

Luckily I made it to the bus stop before the bus could leave. Phew, that would have been embarrassing. It's not like my life isn't embarrassing enough. The problem I had to face now was deciding on where to sit. The bus was fully crowed and I was so close to puking. One I'm super nervous and two it smelt like shit and cheap perfume. Ew, that's quite a combination.

Everyone was just staring at me, to say I was uncomfortable would have been an understatement. I walked to the back of the bus right when the bus driver decided to drive off and I literally flew to the back of the bus and ended up falling into someone's lap. This would only happen to me. Thank you life. I instantly felt a blush creeping onto my face when I turned my head to the side and saw who exactly I fell onto. And just my luck.