If It Never Happened ⚣

Chapter 72: February 3rd 2017 |Part One|

True P.O.V

I'm starting to think saying yes to this double date was a really bad idea on the part I've never been on a date before. I've never had the time in the past to pursue anyone for dating purposes, male or female, so I didn't exactly know what to do beyond what television shows and Kyle has told me, but even with that, I don't think you go home with them and have sex after the first date, yeah that doesn't seem very logical to me.

So yeah, sex after the first date is probably not exactly real. TV is really unrelable when it comes to first dates. I wonder if I should look it up on the internet. Nah, it probably wouldn't be much help considering the fact that the internet is full of bullshit.

I hate internet bullshit. Internet bullshit is the fucking worst.

I needed to find some clothes, try, and I mean TRY to do something to this mess on my head called hair, and then maybe eat those BBQ chips that I had bought before leaving school and still haven't devoured them yet. They were tempting me. Always tempting me. I'm going to devour them before the end of the day, I fucking swear.

I rush over to my tote, pulling it over so it sat next to the bed, so I could be sitting while I was looking for something nice to wear. I didn't want to look awful, I wanted to at least look presentable for this double date.

I begin to dig in the tote, looking for one of my nicer shirts, I would hate to wear one of the shirts that have some of my blood stained on it. Which knocked out about half of my shirts. I eventually found a decent looking white shirt, a dark blue flannel to put on top, but I didn't close the flannel so that my white shirt underneath would be see able. I pull on some dark jeans that are ripped in the knees, and a par of adidas shoes to pull the outfit together. I rush out of my room, and into the bathroom to change, not feeling comfortable in my own room, which is new considering the fact that I have changed in my own room since forever. I just didn't feel comfortable changing in my room anymore.

While changing I saw the scar on my left leg, it had healed up a while ago and it was just a bad looking scar now, but at least it wasn't as bad as before. My stomach had healed as well, leaving a little scar in it's place, but it did look slightly weird considering the fact it was multiple little places. I sighed looking at the scar, wishing that one day hadn't even happened. I can't change it though, and now I must live with the scars forever. Maybe one day the scars will disappear. Probably not.

I pull the white short sleeved shirt over my head, and then pulling the jeans up my legs, and zipping the zipper up and buttoning the button. I pull the over flannel over my shirt, but leaving it un-buttoned.

I look at myself in the mirror and tilt my head, before looking back down at the sink counter, and opening one of the compartments and pulling my hair brush out, and try my hardiest to fix my hair and give up after about fifteen minutes of a un-win-able battle before throwing my hair brush down in disappointment and anger.

Not even a stupid hair brush could save my hair.

I sigh as I glance at myself in the mirror, looking at myself really closely, before darting out of the bathroom, and towards my room to grab my make-up bagand pulling out a small pencil of eye liner, rushing back to the bathroom, and apply it on the top lid only. I had to admit, it made my grey-ish green eyes pop. It looked nice on me.

I smile at my reflection, looking at myself, I looked better than I usually do.

I smile and walk into my room, and pull out my school bag and pulled out the BBQ chips, a smile on my face. I'm so ready for this, regardless of the many butterflies swarming in my stomach.

A small buzz on my bed grabs my attention with I finish the last chip, though eating the last chips fills me with slight depression.

Why must they die? The poor, poor chips . . .