Good Girls (Michael Clifford Fanfic)~Try Hard Series~

Chapter 2

After a 30 minute drive I finally made it home. I was beyond tired. I opened the back door of my car and grabbed my stuff along with my house keys. I walked up the porch, unlocked the door and stepped in breathing in the scent of home. My dog Oakley greeted me at the door.

Bending down I scratched his head and headed upstairs. Throwing off my shoes and throwing my school stuff in my closet I jumped onto my bed, sighing with tiredness. I rolled over looking up at my ceiling, deciding to get up and change my clothes.

I walked into my closet grabbing a pair of black shorts and my brother's University of California hoodie. Then I walked into my bathroom turning on the water letting it heat up. I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the warm water and leaning my head forward so the water could beat down on my muscles.

20 minutes later I hopped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my body. I then used my hand towel to dry off my mirror and look at my reflection.

I was a pretty average looking girl with dark brown hair that was naturally straight and freckles that splattered around my blue eyes. Nice teeth framed by cherry colored lips. I looked just like my Aunt Marilyn who passed away 2 years ago at the age of 61. She was tall and thin but had wide hips. She was married to my Uncle Joel when she was 20 and had two kids by the age of 28 and she was happy as can be until my Uncle, passed 5 years before she did. From there it all went down hill for her, she was diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer and she didn't want chemotherapy so she just passed away in time. It's still hard because she's always been there when my mom wasn't.

My parents always favored my brother Sam because he was good at everything he did. From sports to school he was always the better one. I even joined the swim team when I was in 4th grade and strived for perfect grades. Since I've been in Highschool, I've grown up more and gave myself more slack keeping my grades in the B range and only played soccer. So now life was good.

I blinked out of my long thoughts and dried my body off and walked into my room grabbing my clothes and putting them on. The hoodie was really big so it looked like I wasn't wearing pants.

Walking down stairs I jumped over Oakley laying in the floor and headed into the kitchen. I saw a note on the fridge in my mum's hand writing.

Hey sweetie! Your father and I are going to be gone until Sunday. I'm sorry I'm not there to greet you after school. I'm sure you had an amazing day! I already asked Paige's mum if you could stay over if you didn't want to be alone.

I love you

MUM +DAD xx

Sighing I crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash on my way to the fridge. Looking around the fridge I couldn't find a thing I wanted to eat so I picked up the house phone and called for pizza.

Less than 20 minuntes...The pizza guy came knocking on my front door. Oakley started barking while I grabbed the stash of money and opened the door.

"Hello, this will all cost $9.56." Said the pizza guy

I handed him the money and thanked him as I closed the door walking back into the kitchen opening the box of wonders. It smelled so good. Digging in I ate two slices quickly and then burping loudly causing my dog to look at me weirdly. Laughing, I strolled into the Living room jumping on the couch.

As hours dragged on I flicked between MTV and Disney channel. Don't judge. Finally I had enough and decided to go to bed with Oakley. Crawling into the sheets I picked up my phone from my bedside table texting Paige.

Me: "Hey, what's up?"

Paige: "Haha. Nothing. Why?"

Me: "I'm bored and tired. And I wanted to know if I could spend the night tomorrow since my parents are gone and your mom said it was ok already?!?"

Paige: "Hahaha. Sure dude come on over! I'll start cleaning my room tonight! Ttyl."

Me: "Ok:)"

I put my phone back down and snuggled closer to Oakley under the covers. He was warm. I did't fall asleep for another hour or so and it was already 10 PM. UGH.

Suddenly, purple hair popped into my mind to earlier this day. Why was he staring at me? Was he the one I felt looking at me?

All these questions were running through my head as to why he was even paying the slightest bit of attention to me. It just didn't make sense. He's the new guy that everyone likes and he already has a girl slouched over him. I'm nothing special.

I shook my head again from my thoughts thinking I was silly. Finally I let the abyss drag me into a dark slumber, my brain turning off.

Face it Hayden, your never going to be good enough. Your never going to compete with your brother. No one wants you. You can try but you won't succeed. Just stop Hayden, STOP.......

I woke up in a cold, crying sweat. My fears were coming back to me again in my dreams. Ever since I was in 6th grade, I had these fears of never being good enough, for me or for anyone. I always felt like the child that wasn't good because of my parents and how proud they were of Sam when he got good grades or won a place in his sports. I always tried to make them proud. But, It was never enough for them. It was always a pat on the back or a kiss on the forehead. For Sam it was money in his bank account or a new car or something.

I pulled my knees into my chest and cried. Oakley sat up and placed his head on top of mine in hope of making me feel better. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer like a hug. He always knew how to make me feel better. Plus he always like me more than everyone else in the house. So for that I was grateful.

Looking at the clock I realized it was 3 in the morning. Sighing, I dragged the blankets closer to my chest while Oakley laid on my stomach. I fell back into my slumber not ready for the next day.

Not ready to face Him.