Broken

Chapter Two

It’s been a week since I had started helping out my Nana, and let me tell you; it sucks.  I was brushing my teeth when my phone buzzed

Birthgiver: Please lock the door when you leave. xoxo 

I locked the screen and made a mental note. I rubbed in my primer and continued with foundation followed by concealer and powder. I smeared on my eyeliner and mascara, walking out of the bathroom I turned off the light. I flipped through my closet picking out grey, ripped skinny jeans and a green tank top. I glanced at my phone began to leave tugging on my vans.

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When I got to the hotel I was starving but had no time to eat, I clocked in and wheeled my cart to the 5th floor and started my routine. I was at the end of the hall when I got to room 165 I unlocked the door and my mouth fell open. I was astonished by the trash and filth that filled the room. I slowly walked in examining what I had to do.

“How in the- I don’t” I mumbled to myself taking in the trashed room. I spent no time in clearing out all the pizza boxes and soda cans.

After two hours of cleaning I was finally finished and four attractive yet annoying teenaged guys walked in. I flushed knowing they were all staring at me, I was a mess.

“You work here?” a southern accent spoke. I nodded, too shy too speak.

I had very bad social anxiety so, being in a room filled with guys whilst while I look a mess was not my cup of tea. I began to load up the cart and leave when one of them grabbed my arm.

“We all feel bad, could we take you out to get something to eat? You gotta be starving.” Asked the one with black hair and glasses.

“You don’t have to-“ I was cut off by the southern boy

“We WANT too!” He warmly smiled and I agreed.

***

We got to a little restaurant outside of town when we had walked in a few eyes landed onto the boys that lead me to a table. I saw a girl sneaking a photo of them and then giggling. I had to admit yes they all had nice physical qualities but not nice enough to creepily take pictures of. The boy with a quaff and brown hair spoke, breaking the awkward silence we all had been experiencing.

“We should probably introduce ourselves.” He smiled and scratched his head “I’m Cameron, and this is Nash, Carter, and Matt.”

Each of them waved or smiled when their name was said. Before I could speak a girl around our age came over crying and asked for a picture. The boys all agreed and took a few pictures, I was slightly confused. When the crying girl left I spoke up.

“What’s that about?” They all laughed and looked at each other.

“We are a part of a tour called magcon, we all started on vine, and somehow became famous.” The explained their story and awaited my response.

“Oh sorry I don’t have vine, just twitter.” I smiled “Oh yeah I’m Alice by the way!” I blurted.

As the lunch went on they explained there life to me and I have to say I’m pretty impressed they all seem really down to earth for a bunch of guys who could have almost any girl they wanted. We all walked back to the hotel and stood by the entrance.

“We all better get some rest we have a show tomorrow. Alice you should come!” Nash chirped. I was a bit taken back by his kindess.

“I’d like that.” I said taking in my bottom lip to my teeth as they all swapped numbers with me.

“We will get you at 10:00am!” Cameron yelled as they walked away and I nodded.

I walked in a few moments later to only face palm my head. How could I go to the show if I have work? I was extremely disappointed but maybe I could see if my mother could work something out. I wasn't attracted to these new boys in my life, I have just never had anybody to actually call a friend. I was too shy at school and nobody ever approached me because my mother was an english teacher, so that made me a 'snitch' that nobody wanted to talk too.

Being so alone can get to somebody so when I had started to self harm it wasn't a shock. The one person who I thought was my friend told almost everybody about my issues and dissorders and who wants to hang out with somebody so... I don't know broken?