The Bad Boys Little Tomboy

Chapter 37

Quote:
"When you blame and criticize others, you are avoiding some truth about yourself."

Chapter 37
Andrea's pov

It was another day. Just like any other normal day. All I had to do was make it through the day and repeat that until I graduate high school.

The past few week had been rough on me. But I don't blame the universe for putting me through it since all I was doing was acting like a bitch to everyone who cared about me. My family try and talk to me and I do, just not as much as I used to. Mia and Savannah were loosing their friendship because according to Mia, I was the 'glue that was sticking then together. However, Savannah did sit with us at lunch and she did hang out with us, just not as much as we used to.

I got up and swiftly made my bed which basically just consisted of me throwing my duvet over so that it would cover the entire bed.

As I went to open my curtains, I forgot that my window was placed directly opposite the narsassistic and egotistical maniac next door who happened to be opening their curtains at the same time as me.

We made eye contact and for a moment I thought that everything was the same but as soon as he shut his curtains, I knew nothing was probably ever going to be the same.

It had been nearly a month since New year's. Nearly a month from my birthday. Nearly a month from our fight. I know a month probably might not seem long to you, but to me it felt like a life time.

As normal, I went to the bathroom and quickly showered before getting dressed. I had picked out a Tommy Hilfiger crop hoodie, some shorts , a flannel to tie around my waist and my adidas originals.

Racing down to the bottom of the stairs, I reached the first floor and as I was about to leave somebody grabbed my attention.

"Andy dear, don't you want some breakfast before you go to school?" My mother asked.

"No." I mumble grabbing my keys.

"Are you sure? You haven't really had breakfast with us in a quite a long time." Jake looks at me. "There's pancakes." He offers.

"No thanks." I blatantly say.

"Before you leave, Joanna's coming over for dinner so be home early." She says something to me but it went in through one ear and out through the other.

"Yeah. Yeah. Whatever." I mumble and I leave the house

That may have seemed rude to you but I just cannot be asked talking to anyone. Whether it's my friends, my family or anyone else. Lately I've been really under motivated and I've been having some low self-esteem.

Heading to the garage, I open the door so that I could retrieve my car. I know Zac...the guy next door, gave me this and I should've returned it to him but no way in hell am I going to return my dream car.

It's a Ferarri 488 gtb. Nobody gives up the opprtunity to drive one of these.

As I was about to open the car door, Zach comes out of his house and gets in his car. This is how it's been for the past month or so. If we make eye contact or we're in the same room then one of us just leave.