The Hooded Beauty

Closet Queen.

"You, upstairs. NOW!!" My dad yells and points his finger at me. Then, his finger moves to the object next to me who I'm pretty sure doesn't have a pulse anymore.
"And you, a word please Jace" he says through gritted teeth.

Well, fair to say he is a little pissed off.

I hop up. I try to do this elegantly as I don't want to expose myself to further my embarrassment.
I walk off upstairs. Eyes still remain on me. So this is the walk of shame? Ah, I don't feel shameful though. I feel like a confident woman who gets what she wants.

So, I had my first kiss.

And now I can sleep.
It has been a successful night if you ask me.
I mean I'm not so sure if Jace will survive but oh well.

Ahhhhh my room. I close the door, but in no way does it get rid of the sound of three hundred people partying beneath me.
Pjs, on.
Makeup, off.
Teeth, brushed.
Hair, up.
Headphones, in.
Time catch some sleep and count my z's.
That doesn't seem like the right saying.
Funnily enough the first song that pops up from shuffle is the Sia song I just danced to. With Jace. Who I then kissed.

May I add that I had my first kiss tonight. Didn't you know?
I'm actually thrilled about it. I thought it'd involve too much tongue and overly moist.

My alarm blares in my ears. And I roll over and throw it.
Not the time buddy.
Well, actually it is. I mean it's the alarm clocks only job to get the time right.

Then I realise... my alarm clock is my phone.
I just threw my phone.
Across the room. With force.
I'm wide awake now after shooting up and checking it.
Update: it survived.

Now to decide what to wear to school.
Do I retire the hood?
I mean I guess I could try it.
I had a good reception from the party?
Surely it can't be that different from school, right?

My anxiety rushes millions of thoughts through my head. What could happen good or bad.

I decide to try normal clothes today.
I pray that it'll be alright.

I go for so nice jeans because I don't have the effort to untangle my foot from the ripped jeans.
I choose a nice off the shoulder oversized jumper with a a three-tiered diamond necklace to stand out.
Then, I slide on some black thigh high boots.

I put my hair into a straight high ponytail. I do some light makeup. I do my brows perfectly, add some light eyeshadow, a straight bold winged eyeliner and a nude lipstick colour. Not too much. Well I hope it isn't.

This is a lot of effort, how do girls do this everyday?

I skip breakfast because I'm already late because it took abnormally long to get ready.
So, when I get to school, first lesson has already begun, great.
I don't get to just blend into the background with everyone around me.
Nope, have to walk in to a full class.
Science class too.
All the popular assholes are in that lesson.
Fantastic, I honestly cannot wait.

Breathe, Kady just breathe. I talk to myself and try to prepare for this.

I knock and open the door.
Mrs. Wilson glares at me.

"Are you lost?" She says confused
"No, I'm Kady Lincoln, I have been in this class all semester" I reply
"You are late" she snarls once she realises who I am.
"I know, I'm sorry"
"Why are you late?"
"Umm" shit I have to think of something.
Quick.
I feel my cheeks turn red.
"I had to go see the doctor"
"About what?" She queries
"About my fibromyalgia" I say boldly. Well I wasn't lying about that. I do have fibromyalgia. It's a pain in the ass.
"Sit down. Copy the notes on the board" she says abruptly.

Bitch.

I look over at the class. They are looking at me with mixed looks.
Some confused. Some with hatred. And then there's Jash Nash in the corner smirks swinging on the back legs of his chair.

"She looks horrible" someone mutters
"She should have stayed under that hood." A guy next to Jace says.
"You pig, you think because some people showed you pity when you showed your fat face that you can roll up and try to get everyone's attention" a girl says through gritted teeth.

What did I do so wrong that everyone hates me for?
I was bullied for years for hiding behind the hood, and now I finally leave the hood at home and they have an issue with it too.
That's fucked up.

Jace laughs and everyone looks at him.
Then he looks into my eyes with lust and hunger but then it vanishes and instead it's a cold hard glare.
"They're right you're a pig. Should have stayed under the hood. Oink oink" He says.

My heart sinks.
After last night, I never expected this.
What did my dad say to make him do this?
I'm passed caring what people say now.

"You know Jace, it would have been better to have brought this up to me last night instead of sticking your tongue down my throat" I snap.

I glare back at him.
I have returned the hatred.
Bottled up emotions of years of bullying and Jace Nash finally made me break.
Well done, Jace Nash.

The class falls silent and they stare between us.
"Alright class, enough of that. Page 32" Mrs Wilson pipes up.
A chair scratches across the floor and everyone's heads turn. Jace stands up. Throws the book and grabs his bag.
He storms out of the class.
Drama queen.
I watch him leave.
I have this urge to follow him.
So I do.
I walk out of the class. And I see him down the corridor.
I run down the corridor and I stop infront of him.

The look he gave me broke me.
He looked hurt.

I just stare at him and he stares back.

Then he pulls me into a janitors closest. Classy.
And slams me against the storage racks. Cold, hard metal digs into me so forcefully.
"What the fuck was that?" He hissed.
I'm lost for words.
I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out apart from an awkward noise.

We stay like that for what seems like a lifetime.
His face inches from mine.
So I do the only thing I want to in that moment. Something I will never understand why I wanted this after the public humiliation he has just caused me.

So, I lean forward and I kiss him.