Catch Me When I Fall

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-Daya-

After the party was over, I pulled off my heels and ran up to my room, not bothering to bring my shoes with me. I'll get a lecture later but I don't care.

I stood in front if my mirror and looked at my reflection. All I saw was the woman my mother wanted me to be. This wasn't me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to hold myself together. I leaned on the mirror with my arms between my forehead and the mirror.

This cannot be happening.

Why the hell would Jason bid on me?! Why wouldn't Fynn help me?

Why would my mother even do that to me in the first place? I'm not some slut she can throw around to get her more money or more people to like her. That's not me.

"I'm sorry.." I heard a faint whisper from my doorway. My head snapped in the direction and I moved away from the mirror.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I glare daggers at the boy in front of me.

"I don't expect you too." He frowned. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened in the hallway earlier. I didn't mean to.. I snapped. I'm sorry." His jaw clenched and i could easily see that he meant it.

I uncrossed my arms and stood awkwardly, looking at the floor.

"Why did you bid on me?" I ask quietly.

"I don't know. It doesn't feel right letting some stranger pay money to take you to their place and probably screw you." At his words, I closed my eyes and tried not to picture anything.

"You don't have to go anywhere with me. I don't care. I just wanted to apologize. I still hate you."

I laughed at that. But that little burst of laughter was cut short by moms harsh voice.

"What are you still doing in that dress?" she looked me over. "Get into something else and go home with this boy. He won the bus and you have to follow through with your part."

She started leave, but hesitated. "And fix your makeup. It's starting to smear."

"Well it looks like neither of us have a choice in the matter." I mutter, reaching for the zipper on my back.

"Here, let me.." His hand reached up and grabbed the zipper. I flinched and I swear I could hear my heart beating.

He slowly unzipped me and his fingers brushed lightly against the skin, sending a shiver up my spine. His hand lingered for a moment but then I felt the cold on my back as he moved away.

I turned around awkwardly, grabbing the top of my dress and holding to up against my chest.

"Can I.." I started.

"Yeah. Sorry." I saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks as he shuffled out of my room.

I turned around and walked towards my closet. I picked out a pair of leggings and an oversized, cream colored sweater. I pulled on some fuzzy socks and made my way back in front of the mirror.

My makeup really was starting to smear. I used my sleeve to quickly wipe some of it off. I can wash it later.

I hate having my hair up like this, so I took out the pins and diamond piece and let my curls fall down my back. It reached between my waist and shoulder, perfect in my opinion.

I quickly grabbed my phone and and ankle boots and made my way downstairs.

I resent my mother for this.

"I'm ready.. I guess."

"Bye, honey." My mom kissed my forehead. "Please do whatever he wants to do."