TroubleMaker // L.R.H

2. Ditching

Im gonna do their povs
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Its the fourth time my alarm has gone off and I still haven't even left my bed. I don't understand why school is even a thing. I mean sure it's to make sure we don't all become a dumbass but still. I mean I love the idea of going school shopping but not the school part. My school really isn't that bad it's just I don't really fit in. I mean I have friends and I'm considered "popular" but I don't really like them. They are actually really mean to most of the kids at school. I don't really like that though.

Before I came to this town I live in another state, I was bullied there and my mom thought this would be a good fresh start. So after my last year of middle school I came here to Manhattan, New York.

I started high school here in my freshman year. I was new so no one knew me, which was nice. I was so excited for a fresh start. I probably spent the whole month before school started just making sure I had everything perfect for the first day.

Now here I am, my junior year, and I do not want to get out of the bed. You see I may look like I am happy and content at school but in reality I dread getting out of bed every morning. It doesn't help that I have to sit with annoying ass girls everyday. Of course I could just sit with other people but the girls are apart of my boyfriends group. My boyfriend is Blake, he was my crush all throughout freshman and sophomore year. Finally during the summer we met up at a fair and we became good friends. I was so excited, it seemed fake to have your crush liked you back, it almost never works out that way, so I was not gonna fuck it up.

Blake is nice . Well he's nice to me. I try to get him to be nicer to people but he never listens. And I feel like if he broke up with me for being too controlling or something everyone who I am "friends" with will start doing the mean shit to me.

It's just I remember being alone and not having anyone to turn to and I don't want to go back. I remember eating lunch alone everyday and not having friends. My bully made my life so hard and I'm not gonna make my self be alone again.

The worst feeling ever is the feeling of being alone.

I groaned as I turned my alarm off. My body felt weak and sluggish. My legs felt like jello from working out. I actually hate working out I only did it with my brothers girlfriend because she didn't want to go by herself. I untangled myself from the blanked and sat on the end of my bed. Maybe I should fake being sick and not go to school at all. I mean I could always ask Hayes to bring me my make up work.

Hayes was a life saver. He was definitely my only real friend. He had been my friend since freshman year. I know though as long as I had him around I'd never feel alone. He played football, lacrosse, and basketball so he was a pretty muscular guy. He has very pretty blue eyes, dark brown hair, and broad shoulders. He was pretty tall too. He was funny and always made me laugh. He wasn't like the other football players he was nice. The only problem was he absolutely hated Blake. That's why he doesn't eat lunch with us. He didn't keep his hate for Blake a secret either, he would literally look at Blake and say thing like 'ew', 'I don't like you get out of my way' or 'fuck off'.

I decided to turn my alarm of and lay back down and wait for my mom to come in. My mom is a vagina doctor, well a gynecologist. My father is a brain surgeon but he lives in Seattle, Washington. My parents got divorced when I was 9 and my dad moved away when I was 11. I miss him, but something good about him living far away is he sends me money sometimes so that's nice.

I was facing the wall when I heard footsteps in the hallway, my door handle made a noice before my door opened, I knew it was my mother by the way the footsteps were. If it were one of my brothers they would have been loud and obnoxious. These footsteps were light and I could tell by the sound that my mom was wearing her work heels. She sighed and walked over to my bed. She took a seat on the edge and stretched forward to put a hand on my head.