Unexpected - Shawn Mendes

Chapter Fourteen

Grace's POV

This was probably the least exciting weekend of my life. I did absolutely nothing but stare out the window, my headphones plugged into my ears, and watched. Basically, I was only watching Shawn's house, wishing his car would roll into the driveway and answer some of my questions.

That didn't happen. It was Monday morning when he still was not home yet, so I had asked Ryan if he could potentially drive me into school.

My phone was spammed with texts from everyone, but I just deleted them or acknowledged them, but I never gained the confidence to stand up for myself.

I inhaled a deep breath, returning my attention to the math homework clamped inside my binder. My mind whirled—I hated, hated math.

I managed to avoid Robbie and Morgan today at school. I ate lunch in the bathroom stall. Although it was disgusting and disturbing, they need to realize that that cannot just leave me out whenever they please. I'm not okay with that.

All day I avoided eye contact and stayed rather quiet compared to my normal behavior. I dazed off in every class and did whatever I could to resist falling asleep.

I walked home. That's when I noticed Shawn's car pulled into the driveway. I took a deep breath, and continued walking as if this wasn't affecting me. He didn't notice me, so that's why I'm sitting at home, doing my math homework.

I moved in with Ryan a little over three weeks ago, and I missed my parents like hell even though they left me. Every kid deserves to grow up with a good parent watching over them and giving them advice and making their childhood memorable.

I guess mine are blinded by the fact that I'm gone. They're not doing anything about that to help me.

Jade threw open the bedroom door, and poked her head into my room. I looked up at her.

"We're going to the Mendes' for dinner. Dress nice," she snaps before slamming the door, her footsteps leading to the room she shares with my brother.

Isn't that exactly what I needed to hear? I huff sarcastically and roll my eyes.

I plop onto my bed, face down, and smushed my head into the pillow, letting a groan escape my lips.

Grace, you can't keep running from your problems. Let them know you're okay and confident, but let them know something is wrong.

My conscience repeated those words over and over in my mind, before I decided I would need to start getting ready in order to have enough time to prepare myself.

I skimmed through my closet, looking for a casual dress. After debating between a few cute ones, I chose my favorite black skater dress and a pair of sparkly black flats.

I plugged in the curling wand and decides to apply my makeup in the meantime.

I applied midnight mascara, winged eye liner, and lathered a light shade of baby lips.

Once there was practically steam coming from the hot iron, I grabbed it and began working my magic. Today, I wasn't going for a very curly affect. I only used the iron on the ends of my hair for a more wavy affect.

Suddenly, my finger began stinging. I looked up to see I had yet again been zoning out, therefore my hand made contact with the burning hot sensation. "Shit!" I squealed, turning on the sink so warm temperature water shot out. I placed my finger under it, and sighed as the water came in contact.

Around five minutes of me desperately trying to relieve the pain, I gave up. Rolling my eyes at my own level of stupidity, I reached for my phone to see 20 new text messages popped onto the screen. After deleting them all, I inhaled a deep breath and popped my phone into my purse as I bounded down the stairs.

"Someone cleans up well," my older brother smirks, eyeing my appearance.

"Uh, thanks?" I say unsure, raising an eyebrow, unsure if the tone in his voice was sarcasm or he was genuinely being surprisingly nice.

"Let's go," Jade snaps, opening the door and walking out, hinting for Ryan and I to follow in her footsteps.
Here we go, I say in my head as Ryan rings the doorbell, the echo of the chime ringing throughout me.