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🥀 C H A P T E R 18 🥀

No, You Have It All Wrong- I don't Cut Myself Because I'm Trying To Kill Myself. I Cut Myself Because I'm Fighting So Hard To Stay Alive.

Nova Williams P O V
It's finally the end of the week.

Thank. God.

I've been waiting for this day since Monday, a weekend filled with nothing but sleeping and eating. Oooh, I couldn't wait.

I step out the shower, dry off, and begin to get dressed. There was no way I was gonna put as much effort into my outfit today as I did yesterday. That was too much.

I take out a pair of light washed jeans, an all white sweatshirt that had a neon pink Roman Numeral X on it since it stood for ten. October being the tenth month of the year. Look, I got it a while ago and still wear it; I wasn't gonna just let it sit there. It was perfectly fine to wear.

I put my hair in a high ponytail, and lastly I put on a clear lipgloss that had sparkles in it. It was beautiful.

For my shoes I wore a neon pink pair of Nike Prestos, these shoes were so mufuckin comfortable it was unbelievable.

Yesterday was, hm- fun I guess? But now that I'm thinking back on it, I'm embarrassed.

Why are you embarrassed Nova? You may be asking.

Be-fucking-cause this nigga brought out a side of me I don't bring out around people. Especially people like him! We're not even friends! I just feel all awkward now and I don't know what's wrong with me.

I take a deep breath and push the subject to the back of my head as I walk into the school, I quickly do my morning routine before going to class.

I put my phone on silent as I walk in and find my seat, I surprisingly got here earlier than usual. There were still 20 minutes till the bell would ring.

Just to waste time I grabbed my purse and phone then began my journey to the vending machines. Plus I didn't eat breakfast, I was technically starving.

Once I climb up the set of stairs, I walk to the nearest machine. Thankfully no one was here so I could make this quick and easy. I get an orange juice, honey bun, and a pack of Grandma chocolate chip cookies. Them jawns is bomb.

I pay for my things and grab them before walking back down the staircase and into first period. I was halfway to my seat, but was abruptly stopped with the feeling of someone tugging on my belt hoop from my jeans.

I clench my jaw and turn around, wondering who's bitch ass was touching me, and for why.

"I would deeply appreciate if you would get your nasty as-"

"The day has barely started and you already got an attitude." I hear his voice say. I roll my eyes before grabbing his hand and placing it to his side.

"Ion got an attitude....you just out here invading my personal space for no reason." I say. Someone clears their voice making me look on the side of Chris which was Christian. No one else was here yet, not even India and Quincy; when I had left the house, they were only getting dressed.

"Wassup." Christian, Aka chocolate dude with the waves, says.

I arch an eyebrow wondering if he was talking to me or not, I turn around seeing on one behind then turn back around.