Love Awaits

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School can be a living hell, but I never knew my senior year of highschool would change me so much in a way I could never explain.

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His eyes.

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"Nevaeh Hollands! I never raised you like this! What has gone wrong in your life that made you do such a stupid thing!" my mother screams at me, her words burn like the tears going down my cheek.

The house is trashed by the party I threw last night, it was meant to be a small get-together but people just kept on coming in throughout the night, the music got louder and my soberness was gone, I wasn't who I was and now i'm in this huge mess that caused my head into spirals, trying to remember what I did wrong.

My mother Sonja Hollands, a single-hard working mom who gave me her life while I was growing up, storms out of the house yelling "This better be cleaned up by the time I get home at 7;00 young woman!"

I check the clock and it's 4:00 p.m. 

"How am I gonna get this done in 3 hours alone, fuck you!" I yell back, instantly regreting it.

She turns back to me and slowly walks up to me, I thought she was gonna hurt me but instead she starts crying looking into my bright hazel eyes, she whispered "You are my little girl, my little angel and my whole soul," I cut her off saying "I know bu-" she cuts me off with anger saying "But you are moving out when you turn 18, I cant handle you anymore, figure this out Nevaeh."  she power walks to the car and rushes off. 

I pick up my phone and look at the pictures taken last night, fuck. My mother saw these! Pictures of me in just a bra grinding against strangers & there's videos too! Have I been doing these all the time? "I'm a fucking drunk" I say to myself. with small tears going down my cheeks, then an instant rage of anger blows up in me. 

So I take a look outside, my eyes burn. I look around then seeing new people moving into the house next to mine, then I spot a guy with long wavy hair and a bright smile wearing sunglasses and a hat, a green day shirt with black skinny jeans. 

He catches me staring at him, and smiles and walks over, I'm so embarrassed because I look terrible and this super hot guy just caught me starring at him. 

"Hi, I'm Ashton." he says.

"U-uh, h-hi, i'm Nevaeh."

"Nevaeh? That's a cute name." Ashton says with a cute grin. 

"Yeah, I guess." I say shyly.

"Woah, what happened to your house?" he starts looking up and around my messy trashed home.

"Uh, I kinda had a party last night and my mother found out today and now i'm being forced to clean it all up by 7;00 p.m.,and I have to move out in January when I turn 18. Also I found out i'm a drunk which really sets me off-" i'm saying everything too fast.

"I'm sorry for saying that, and getting too much into detail." I apologized.

"No, no. It's fine, I can help you." He walks into my house leaving me outside.

Did he mean help me clean the house or help my addiction to alcohol?

I rush into the house and I see Ashton looking into my cabinets.

"What are you looking for?" I smile at his cuteness.

"The trashbags" he turns to face me. Oh my gosh.

"Uh- in the cabinet to your right." I say blushing.

"Okay, by the way, we can be friends right? Or are you miss too cool to care." he says grabbing the trash bags out off the cabinet.

"Yeah, sure." I say back, I don't know what to say.

"So, what school are you going to?" he asks picking up all the red cups from the floor.

I tie down the full trash bag i just filled with beer cans saying, "North Springs. You?"

"No way, i'm going there too! Maybe you can show me around?" he says smiling.

"Sure, since school does start tomorrow I guess i can take you to my bus stop, what grade are you in?" I ask.

"Going into 12" he says still picking up the trash.

"Same here" I smile.

His phone rings, he answers and talks for a bit.

"Uhm, I have to go, I'm sorry I can't help you with the rest of the trash" he says putting on his converse.

"No it's fine, there's not much anyways." 

"Okay, see you tomorrow around 7:30" he smiles and walks out the door.

I just sigh and fall onto the couch.

"Here's a start."