Lovers

Part 1

Beep beep beep be--
I fucking hate that alarm.
Yep that's rights it's a school day. Ughhhh, kill me.

   I drag myself out of bed and throw on a black sweatshirt and jeans. I know I said I dress to where I'm covered head to toe, but I have a reason.
I cut myself, and when I say that I don't mean tiny cuts I mean deep cuts. It's my way of having control I guess I never really though about it. But anyway I thought I should say that before we get confused.
  
***

I run downstairs to see my older brother kissing another one of his toys goodbye. I hate seeing this every morning, it just reminds me that I'm lonely. At least my brother has someone er-  something.
  I pick up his Jeep keys and run out the door, without eating. I can hear him cursing at me.
 
  Hah manwhore

Im not even allowed to drive but anything beats the bus.

I pop in a Green Day CD and blast it throughout the Jeep. The only great moment I have to start the day off.
I pull up a few blocks away from school, I'm not trying to stir up trouble.
I walk through the halls and all eyes are on me. I hear whispers and laughs. Then a girl, Stacey Farqwad... Okay maybe not that but anyways...
  She shoves me into a locker and sprays vanilla bean perfume in the halls.
 
  "I thought it smelled like trash in here." She glares at me.

"Yeah maybe you picked up the smell from your breath." I snap.

"Ugh!" I feel her stinging mark on my cheek. Just like that she swishes her perfectly shaped body down the hall.

"Are you okay?" I look up and see a tanned colored girl with worried eyes.

Fuck this shit

I help myself up and walk towards the bathroom. I pull out a pack of just in case razor blades. I never cut at school, but the way that girl looked at me made me feel worthless and pitiful. I choose the sharpest in the pack and start sinking the metal into my wrist.

It was deep. One by one. Cut by cut. I don't know how many minutes go by when I realize I would be late. So I rush to rinse off the fresh cuts.
School sucks ass, people suck ass.
That girl didn't suck ass but I get triggered easily.

***

I walk out the bathroom to see a muscular figure step out of the corner.

Wow.

He's honestly pretty decent looking.

Okay he's breathtaking, litteraly I cannot breath. It's getting akward... Okay that's enough.

"Enjoying the view?" I snap confidential I might add.

"Na, just trying to make sure that you are a girl walking out of the boys bathroom." He chuckles.
I'm literally frozen.
At least there is only like five people in the hall.
I rush outside because why the fuck not I'm embarrassed enough as is so let's just skip school while I'm at it.
I lock myself in my-- jackass brother's Jeep and I speed home.

Then I see the lights.

Fuck me all ready it's already a bad enough morning.

"License and registration please." The officer demands.

"Um let me look me get that for you officer. Hehe." I pretend to search through my brother's car for my license and registration.
"Uh yeah about that."

The radio on his belt goes off,
'We got a drunk driver on the run, requesting back up immediately'

Thank god.

He gives me a wink and says  "Don't let me catch you again."
I'm guessing he understands.

With that I drive SLOWLY home and I run inside to find a drunk brother on the couch.

"God Grayson, get your ass up you look pathetic." I scream. He needs to quit this habit. It's embarrassing.

"Oh shuuuut up Lei, yo- you are one to talk. Gotta call from school say you were caught in  boys bathroom and needed immediate assistance. Slut." He spit on the floor next to me.

"Disrespectful asshole." I snap back and stomp up to my room.
A tear falls from my face as I slam my head into a pillow.
I hate when he calls me the 'S' word. It showed how much respect he has for me... Very little.

I cry myself to sleep.

***

I wake up three hours later with a pounding headache.

I check my phone to find people are posting about a party up on Falcon Lane.

You should go, get out more

Na you've had enough drama for one day

Fucking pussy

Alright I'm going. That's all it takes. Plus it's one party and I'm fifteen I need to have fun.

So with that I throw on a long sleeve black sweater, lightwashed jeans and black vans. Then I throw my hair up into a messy bun. No one will care how I look and I've had this sweater forever, time to out some use to it.

I look myself one last time in the mirror, okay here we go.