Mental [#Wattys 2015]

Chapter 9

A/N

It's only chapter nine I feel like it's chapter nineteen. Oh well, that makes more many more chapters!

Plus in this chapter, we get insight on Tessa's past which is always a plus.

P.S please don't get pissed at me for this chapter, I promise I know what I'm doing (;

One week.

Seven days.

That's how long it's been since talking to Ricky.

I've never been into the dating scene, so what am I supposed to know?

Do I say we broke up?

Were we even together?

My dating experience is limited.

Walking into the cafeteria, I felt as I had weeks before.

Do I sit alone, with the bitches, or with my (and Ricky's) friends?

Each option was cringe-worthy, but I found myself taking slow steps towards Ricky's--I mean our-- table.

It was like the walk of shame after getting kicking out after a one night stand.

Because I didn't want to be alone.

"I heard," Mel stated quietly.

"I don't even know what to think-like were we even dating?"

She laughed,

"Tess, don't you have any knowledge on boys? Everyone assumed y'all were. You acted like it."

I felt my heart fall inside me.

"So if we were together-does this mean we broke up?"

Sighing, she looked off towards the window.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Love.

That word was unfamiliar to me.

Freshman Year

Cupping his hand behind my ear, he smiled.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world."

I giggled, pushing his hand away.

"Want something to drink, babe?"

I bit my lip; I was the youngest one at the party. Being the only freshman at a senior party should be one for the books-but instead, I stood there, jeans and sweatshirt, staring at the floor rather than the hottie in front of me.

My mother has always told me about drinking and drugs, but I never actually thought I would have to encounter it.

Especially without any of my friends here.

I was invited by an older guy at my school, who claimed that it would help me get popular.

All I wanted was popularity.

All I got was shit.

"Yeah, I'll take a drink." I smiled, pulling at my braid.

He grinned, and motioned for me to stay there.

When he returned, I noticed a few guys had joined in, all asking what my name was and what school I attended.

I sipped slowly, trying not to choke on the bitter taste.