"We are leaving in half an hour," Kate throws the bedroom door open and flicks the light on.
Let me tell you, I hate when people turn on the lights when I'm still curled up in bed. The blinding shine practically burns my eyelids. I groan grumpily rubbing the sleep out of my eyes while attempting to pry them open.
"Okay, I'm getting up," I yawn stretching out my stiff body. After finally dragging myself out of bed I pull out a blue knit sweater and a pair of dark wash jeans from my suit case. I didn't end up unpacking my belongings last night due to the long, awkward dinner I sat through.
It felt like I was at a job interview.
Kate bombarded me with questions. You would think it wouldn't be difficult to reply to questions about yourself. However when you feel like you'll be disowned if she hears an answer she doesn't like it tends to add a bit of pressure.
I was grateful for John's silence. He didn't speak much unless it was to make a sarcastic comment. I was getting the feeling he wasn't too pleased about my presence in the house. I tried to brush it off. I'm sure I was just reading too much into it.
I get dressed quickly to ensure I won't be late. I applied a touch of concealer under my eyes to hide the dark circles that indicate my lack of sleep. I grabbed a protein bar to fill my empty stomach before heading out to the car.
I felt anxious the entire way to school. Kate and I didn't talk much.
What a surprise.
I told her I would get a ride home from Olivia later tonight. That was pretty much the only thing said. She dropped me off in front of the school where my two best friends eagerly await for me. The moment my feet hit the pavement I was smothered in their embrace.
"I missed this little face," Lucas squishes my cheeks with his hand. We walk into the school together and it almost feels as if things are normal again. I rummage through my locker trying to find my math text book. My locker is seriously a disaster. It's like an explosion of papers took place in it.
"Hey Kayla," I look up from my locker. Jeremy nervously scratches the back of his neck.
"Oh hey," I shut my locker door. He was the last person I wanted to see today. Of course with all my good luck lately, I was bound to run into him at some point today. Better to get it over with now.
"How have you been?"
"Just fine and dandy," I purse my lips. Is this guy for real? Does he think I've just been throwing a party?
"Sorry, that was a stupid thing to ask. I guess I mean how are you holding up?"
"I'm alright. Thank you for helping that night," I shudder as my mind takes me back to the day everything changed.
"You don't have to thank me, Kayla," Jeremy says seriously. "I can't imagine how hard this has been on you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm here if you need to talk. I know you don't know me very well, so this might be kind of weird."
"Thank you, but I'm just trying to move on and forget about that night. So I'd rather not talk about it."
"I completely understand. I won't bring it up again. Although, I'm a great listener if you do change your mind," he adds as the bell rings. I offer him a smile before he heads to his first class.
"How pathetic," Lydia strolls past me with Angie and Caroline. "The only way she can get attention from a boy is for her daddy to die. I bet she's enjoying the pity party. Quite embarrassing, huh?" Her friends nod in agreement.
Lydia can't stand it when every boy's eyes aren't on her. That girl craves attention. Personally, I find it makes her look quite ridiculous, yet she still manages to have every boy drool over her. I guess when you have a gorgeous face it masks your disgusting personality.
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Rock Bottom
Romance"I pray that the last time I said goodbye was not meant forever." *** Growing up with a single parent with not much money to spare wasn't particularly easy, but Kayla never felt like her life was anything less than amazing. Her father loves her dear...
