Hana
I opened my eyes to another day of living my fucked up life. It may not look fucked up but it is. I just hide it like how I hide everything else about me. I may be a popular cheerleader and have guys on me 24/7 but it doesn't mean I'm perfect. My life is just like every human being on this planet, it's just the idiotic people at my school dipped my name in gold and place me in a glass case, making sure to put this in my description: “fear her and hate her but also admire her ‘cause she's perfect.”
I groaned as I stiffly get out of bed and shuffle towards my bathroom. I'm suddenly taken back from reflection in the mirror. Well they got the fear her part right. I quickly brush my teeth and do my hair. I look at myself one more in the mirror to see a different person looking at me than before, I rub the sleep out my eyes and make my way back to my room.
“Han-han, hurry the fuck up or you going to be late...again. You know how Sunmi gets when you're late. She gets annoying as hell.” Wesley pounded at my door, making me squeal like a little girl. I stared daggers at the door hoping it was him. I peeked at my clock and saw 6:30 blinking in red.
“I almost done. Stop rushing, a-hole.” I lied. I was nowhere near being done. I grabbed my duffel bag and stuffed my cheer clothes in it and threw it out the door before slamming it on his face. I hear groan and a couple swear words on the other side. Oops. I hurried away from the door and slipped on a baseball tee and some skinny pants. I quickly put a color on my lips and left out my room.
Once I'm in the hallway, I can hear faint voices coming from the kitchen. Immediately I can tell it was Wesley and my mom running their mouths as usual. I slowly walk towards their voices as I try to pick up on what they were saying.
“How's everything been going? Is Hana doing well?” I heard my mom asked, saying foreign words. I've never heard her ask about me so this has to be an act.
“Everything is going better than it could be. Han-bun is doing very well.” I cringed at his nickname. He'll only call me that when we put on our cover up and pretend to like each other or, even more, date.
“Mhm.” I peek around the corner to see my mom nodding her head as she turn around to attend to the sizzling food on the stove. This is my chance to leave unnoticed. I quickly ran to Wesley and grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door. I heard my mom shout my name but the slamming of the front door cut her off.
“Woah, okay. What the hell was that?” Wesley yanked his arm away from my grasp. I shrugged my shoulders and walked past him towards his car.
“The usual.” I heard him let out a heavy sigh behind me. He knew. He was the only one who knew. I hopped into his car, him following into the driver seat. He threw my cheer bag into the back seat before starting up the car and leaving.
After a few minutes of watching Wesley sing to Mariah Carey and wiggle to Beyonce, we finally made it to school. He parked his car in the same spot as always, along side the cool kids. I reached for my cheer bag but he slapped my hand away.
“No, I'm your jock boyfriend. Let me carry heavy things for you.” I rolled my eyes at him and watched him grab the bag, struggling.
“Whatever.” I get out the car and walk ahead of him. Soon he comes running up to me grabbing my hand, intertwined our fingers. I looked at our hands and felt nothing. I never do--i mean why would I? He's not my type. I continue to look at our hands until his starts to pull away from mines and make contact with another hand.
“Waddup Jackson. See ya.” A blonde haired boy came up to us and did the bro hug with Wesley. He smiled and waved at me before leaving to greet other people.
