Chapter 5

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LAURA’S POV

The car ride home was mainly my mom and Max talking about me and him and Leila singing songs she hears on Disney. She only remembers like two lines from each song and mashes up the lyrics to make it seem like a whole song. In my opinion, it adorable, in almost everyone else’s opinion, it’s the most annoying thing ever. Suddenly I hear the name Jake and look up.

Jake is my one and only ex boyfriend. I wasted about 2 and a half years of my life with that jerk. Max was always telling me he didn’t trust Jake but of course, I didn’t listen. On September 12, he broke up with me, what makes it worse was he text dumped me so I went to his house to talk to him about what I had done and I walked into his room and I found out that he had been cheating on me and sleeping with his other girlfriend. I always turned him down when he asked me to sleep with him, that’s probably why he broke up with me and got himself a little (excuse the language) slut.

“Did you say Jake mom?” I ask with a slight glare in my eye.

“No. well yes but no. Jake is my boyfriend, remember sweetie?” right… I have gotten so used to calling him J I forgot his real name was Jake…

“Hey mom, next time can you just call him J? Jake brings back kind of bad memories…”

“Oh right sorry pumpkin. Will do.” She smiles and continues to talk to Max about J and his son, Brett or Brent or whatever his name is. She never talks about him. All I really know is he is almost a foot taller than me and he is a year older than me. That is all my mom had said. I’m kind of excited meeting her boyfriend though. I haven’t met them before so this should be awesome!

“Hey, darling?” I hear a sweet voice say. “We are here. Not trying to interrupt your daydreaming but, you need to get ready.” I finally focus and I see Max holding the car door open and he helps me get out.

“Thanks babe.” I smile. Wait I called him babe! I hope he is okay with that!

“Anytime precious.” He smiles as he begins to blush. “I should probably head home. I have to be home at 5 and its already 4:30.” He chuckles.

“Max, you live across the street. It won’t even take you a minute.” I kiss his cheek and walk inside.

“You look pretty bad. They will be here around 6 so please go clean up and put on that one dress I bought you last week. Okay?”

“Alright mom.” I walk upstairs and go into the bathroom. I turn on the light and stare at myself in the mirror. I have a huge bruise along the side of my face and I have a huge scratch on my forehead too. I let out a sigh. “Just what I need….” I grab my makeup bag and start to fix my face. Before I know it my face looks how it normally does, but I still have to make it look like I have makeup on too. I grab my eye shadow and start to do a smokey eye until I notice I am almost out. I just bought this last week! What the heck? “Hey Leila! Can you come here?” I bet she did it… she’s always getting into my makeup.

“Hi Laur! You look all pretty again. Except your eyes. They look weird. You should finish putting your makeup on.” She goes and sits on the toilet and examines my face carefully. “I cant even see where you were hurt!”

“That’s good. I have a question and I need the truth. Only the truth. Did you use my makeup?” she mumbles something and I glare at her. I’m not mad at her but I want an answer and the truth from her. “Did. You. Use. My. Makeup.” 

“Yes okay? I’m sorry I just wanted to be a big girl like you and mommy.” A tear falls down her face. She has never really been the crying type of girl so I was really surprised. 

“No, no, no. I’m not angry! I just wanted to know. Do you want me to do your makeup and hair too?” I smile at her. She nods yes and so I finish my makeup and hair and then hers too. I get changed into my dress, help her into hers, and get onto my computer and log onto my Facebook account to see if Max is on.

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-Victorya

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