The rest of the week continued in the same mundane pattern, Caroline constantly trying to gain my attention, along with everyone else’s, my parents never being home, and my constant avoidance of other human beings.
Now, normally I wouldn’t bother with trivial thoughts of obnoxiously baffling boys, but Luke Hemmings seemed to be something different all together. It seemed that one day with the bizarre boy had peaked my interest more than I originally thought, and that seemed to make me angrier than the fact the he had caused the horrid bruises coating my bum.
Don't get me wrong. I don't 'like' this Australian boy, I'm simply intrigued by the way he can stumble into my boring life and actually make it interesting and trust me, that is a feat in itself. I wasn't exactly one to be easily pleased or entertained unless you happen to be a fictional character. Even as a child it took more than silly faces to force a smile out of me.
Flipping over onto my stomach, I groaned tiredly into my pillow, wishing nothing more than to fall back asleep, but alas, my stomach called. Quite literally. My stomach erupted with painful groans of displeasure and emptiness. Rolling out of bed, I made my way out of my plain white room, and down the stairs. Ah, stairs, my arch nemesis. Slowly padding into the now messy kitchen, I whipped up a bowl of cereal, contemplating crawling myself to the couch.
I sighed, walking into the living room and plopping down on the old sofa, frustrated that it was Saturday and I was up at 7:38. Why am I up you ask? Oh right, the only time I can see my mother is if I am up at the butt crack of dawn to see her when she gets home from the hospital. Long shifts and tiring work made my mother unavaioable to me most times, whether it be her sleeping whenever she was home, or at the Hospital.
Having only one present parent sucks sometimes. Whether it is my dad constantly on business trips or my mom always at the hospital, it was tiring being alone all the time. I sit in the lonely silence of my house, eating my chocolaty cereal, realizing my mom had come in as I slept and was already dead asleep.
I found myself longing for my dad, but pushed the thoughts away quickly. He was in London as of right now, dealing with the other partners from his law practice. As frustrating as it is, his work is out of London, but my mom refused to leave this god-awful town in West Virginia. For reasons unknown to me, I was stuck in this dreary town without anybody but Caroline as a friend.
Putting my bowl in the overfilling sink, I drag myself back up to my bed. Trying my hardest to ignore the mess that had become of my long poop brown hair, I fall into a dreamless sleep.
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Monday came all too quickly without any human interactions, none of any sort, not even from our creepy mailman, Connor, who enjoyed conversing with me. Leggings hugging my short legs, and an oversized college sweatshirt hiding my lithe form comfortably, I prepared for another slow and agonizing day of torture. The walk to school was annoying, and the September heat unbearable, but I didn’t have anyone exactly volunteering to teach me. So, alas, I leave early to get to school on time.
As soon as my small feet made contact with the white tile of the school I could feel eyes burning into my modestly covered skin. These set of muggy brown eyes I discovered belonged to a Jacob Felder, well known pretty boy around this school, he had a reputation of sweet talking you into a puddle of mush before throwing said mush away when the flavor become to bland. Frankly I could care less about this cocky boy, but the fact that his eyes watching my every move made me squirm was incredibly irritating.
I felt a bit childish as I rolled my eyes at the charming little grin dancing on his lips from my obvious discomfort under his watchful eye. I wasn’t one to be stared at, certainly not by freaking Jacob Felder.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious of my hobo-esqe attire, I walk as quickly away from his annoyingly persistent gaze as I can. Finding myself a ways away from my first period class I begin to curse myself out mentally, realizing that there was no one else in this wing of the outrageously large shithole that is Davis Springs High School.
Looking around the eerily silent hall I realize that this is the wing that has been under construction after mold broke out in the vents. Shit.
“Of course I get lost in this school,” I begin to murmur, “Just my fúcking luck!”
I turn on my heel, preparing to try to navigate my way to English, when of course, in the cliché that is my life, I spot the crazily broad shoulders and wispy blonde hair that has been haunting me for the past week. My feet work on their own accord, pulling me towards the enigma that is Luke Hemmings.
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FanfictionDaniella, Elle, Parish is dying to get out of the dreary town of Highlake Texas, but what happens when a certain foreign boy crashes into her life and tries his hardest to change her mind?