Oliver and I skipped first period entirely.
He didn't once mention my broken face. All we did was sit in the deserted hallway and talk about pointless things.
Why did I let him help me?
a) because I missed him
b) because I had absolutely nobody else.
I was a wreck, internally and externally.
The period went by fast, and when the bell rang I thanked him, I said bye, and we went in different directions down the hall.
Since I had mascara streaming down my face, I decided to go to the bathroom and clean myself up a little bit. Not that my apperance mattered anymore.
The bathroom was empty besides one person in the stall. I splashed water on my face,
"Get yourself together Daisy," I whispered to myself.
The bathroom door opened, and out of all people, Brooklyn walked out. Since there was only two sinks, and only one fully functioning one, she said
"Excuse me,"
and I moved over to the next mirror. With a shaky hand I started applying mascara.
"Hey, Daisy, I'm sorry for the whole Jacob thing." She turned towards me.
I cringed at the sound of his name.
"It's fine," I managed to croak out in reply. M voice was hoarse from screaming and crying for the past hour.
"Well, I hope you know that we're... dating now"
"I figured that" I snapped back.
"Not like he'd date you anyways." She laughed, as if that was a funny joke.
I sighed and turned towards the mirror.
"Make-up won't help sweetie." She said as she left.
I was angry, and sad, at the same time. I threw my make-up back into the bag, fusterated.
She was right.
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Broken Beauty
Mystery / ThrillerOliver sat alone at lunch. He only had one friend, some kid he hadn't talked to since 4th grade book club. He didn't mind his lack of friends. He liked being alone. He spent his days reading the same book, over and over. Daisy was beautiful. Footbal...