Helplessly Falling

Chp 1

Play the song while reading, it almost reflects everything that's taking place enjoy loves <3 xoxo

[Star's Pov]

So call me maybe, hey I just met you an-

I hit my alarm off and roll over to my bedside table. Blowing my ridiculously long hair out of my face to get a better look at my iphone. September 1st it reads, first day of school.

"Arghhh" I yell before shouting a bunch of obscenity's into my pillow. I throw my blankets off in frustration. I happily enjoyed doing nothing for the past two months. Sun bathing, eating processed food, watching youtube videos, hosting concerts in my bedroom, star gazing, working on my tan-

**Knock Knock**

My mom rudely brings me out of my reminiscing, & back to the present. I begin banging my head repeatedly against my pillows while sighing.

"Come in" I finally get out. I'm surprised she knocked in the first place. Normally she just barges right in.

"Honey rise and shine Derek is downstairs waiting for you" My mom sing songs while closing my door.

Just by the mere mention of Derek's name my stomach acts like elephants are performing at a circus in the pit of my stomach.

When has my feelings for him grown this out of control?

"He's your best friend Star, not your lover" I chant over and over in my head, it doesn't help any but I guess it's the thought that counts.

Okay to get everyone up to speed Derek is my best friend, who sees me as his little sister which is why these feelings should be invalid, who picks me up in his old Chevy everyday for school.

I kick off my light blue comforters, jump out of bed, and lean over to kiss the picture frame of my deceased dad.

He died fighting for this country and I miss him everyday. Even though I barely knew him I was three when he passed.

Most of the memories I have of him, are the ones my mom helpfully supplied. I grab my toothbrush, face wash, phone and head to my bathroom.

I hurry and complete my daily regiment, while performing in front of my bathroom mirror.

Between my mini dance party, in my mini pj shorts, in my mini bathroom. I failed to realize my phone was ringing.

I stop mid song to pick up my phone and check the caller I.d.

"crap it's Derek" I mumble under my breath and so the butterflies in my stomach ensues. I quickly pick up the phone, and put the receiver to my ear. "Ciao" I say just to annoy him.

"Don't ciao me" Derek snaps "Get your slow @$@! *=+$"

I pull the phone away from my ear while chuckling. My pure ears can't take all the explicit's. "Alright, alright i'm on my way buttercup" I say before banging the end call.

And my music starts up again. As its playing it begins to fade into background noise as I stare at my reflection.

I have co co brown skin, with a mixture of 4b, 4c hair which I have down right now messily touching my back, I have thick brows, hazel color almond shaped eyes, i'm tall, very curvy on the bottom, but up top i'm a measly C cup.

As I exit the bathroom i'm in full panic mode entering my walk in closest. Derek has a track record of coming up into my room throwing me onto his back and running out to his car, if I take to long, and sometimes i'm not even finished.

Today though i'm determined to get the job done. I visually scan through my options of outfits before i eventually decide on this cute plain crop top from Forever 21, its gray with red writing on the top right corner that reads 'hard to come by' I then pair that shirt with my infamously ripped boyfriend jeans from Hollister, that make my butt look greattttt might I add. Then to finish the look I throw on my all white low top converses.