Inside Out (discontinued)

Chapter 1

Sorry not sorry - Demi Lovato

I groaned, frustrated as I tossed the pencil skirt somewhere behind me. Half of my walk-in closet was on the floor and the rest of it was joining in at record speed. ''Ha!'' I exclaimed in triumph as I pulled the white crop top out.

 'Too good to be true' was scrawled across the font in bold golden font. I paired it with denim shorts and light brown sash sandals and quickly checked the time as I tied the straps. 10 minutes left. Good, I had some time to brush my hair.

I grabbed the brush and loosened the rubber band holding up my messy bun. My waist-long dirty blonde hair was manageable, but most of the time it was tangled and curly. Jenny always commented on how bothersome my long hair could get, (it wasn't my fault it kept jamming in my bag chain, which ultimately led to the demise of a reluctant Jenny's manicure. Haha lol)

''If you can't control it, you cut it off ''she'd say, flipping her pure golden locks. She always kept it at shoulder length or shorter. This particular rule also applied to the many guys she had dated. 

Honestly, the longest she'd lasted with anyone was for two weeks. Poor Brian, he didn't even realize it was just a dare for her. Jenny, as always, walked away with zero remorse. It's why she was called 'ice queen', or as some people cough*exes*cough called her,' Queen slut'. I sighed, snapping out of my thoughts as Jenny texted me saying she was out waiting. 

I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and took one last look in the mirror. My Carribean blue eyes had dark circles below them, and my light complexion seemed paler than usual. Damned hangovers.'' This is freakin perfect'' I cursed. I had to stop letting Jenny drag me to those parties. I looked like a vampire gone high and I didn't even have time to cover it with makeup. 

''I need a new alarm clock'' I mumbled to myself. A loud honking echoed from outside and I cursed, running out the door to Jenny's silver Maserati.

 ''Couldn't you wait just a minute !? The neighbors are gonna report me again!!'' I fumed at Jenny, who calmly chewed her mint gum. We stopped at a red light and she turned to me, her ice-blue eyes popping against her pink lowlights.

 ''First off, we're already late, thanks to your staring contests with the mirror. Second, what is up with your face? you look like a ghost''. I glared at her and she huffed. ''Fine, that might be my indirect doing, which I will fix at school. But anyway.'' 

She started the car and took a sharp left. I felt the alcohol churn and I muttered a weak 'slow down' as she continued her chatter. ''Where was I? Oh, yeah.. About Drake..''. She watched me warily, but I just nodded blankly, knowing she would want to talk about it. She relaxed slightly before continuing,

''Listen, Makayla, take it from me, it's best if you end it with him ASAP. Never get too attached to them. He's an asshole anyway, so all you gotta do is dump him''. Her voice was level, but I could hear the slight rasp and the way her knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. 

We'd never talked about it, even though she knew I'd heard everything through the phone. It happened so long ago it hurt to remember, or maybe that was just the hangover. I groaned as Jenny took another sharp turn to park perfectly in our school spot.

 ''Thanks for the ride'', I mumbled sarcastically as my poor tummy did a sickening flip. She reapplied the blush on her tan skin and smirked at me. ''No problem, darling''.

Simply put, my swear jar prospered enormously thanks to Jenny that morning. I was still muttering darkly when I walked right into Drake. 'Okay this is definitely the worst Monday of my fricken life' I thought. Jenny gave me a 'get it done with' look before sashaying off to her locker up ahead. I mentally groaned as Drake grinned at me cheekily.

 Normally I'd consider that flirty, maybe even cute, but now it just seemed to look like an ' I've made out with some random chick at a party where you weren't supposed to be and I enjoyed it VERY MUCH' smile. I know it was my own biased thinking, but I was so pissed at this point, I wouldn't give a shit even if I should've.

After several rants, screamed insults and words worth earning a mouth rinsing with holy water, I broke up with Drake, much to my relief and the joy of the gossip crowd. No doubt they'd already created a version where I slapped him and he vowed revenge and blah blah blah.....bullshit in between....more nonsense and then finally the grand breakup. 

 It's sad to know that our school has almost half it's student intellect purely dedicated to talking crap all day. Jenny, of course, gave me a full criticism choked lecture on how I could've handled it so much better, but I just zoned her out, not wanting to hear it from someone who dumped her boyfriend for wearing a fake lip ring. The poor guy even got an infection after piercing on a real one for my savage bestie. The things people do for her, I swear.....

Since the fight, quite a lot of girls had come up to me, all ranging from cheerleaders to our class valedictorian to ask if the breakup was real or not. Like, really!?? They didn't even have the sense to ask why I dumped the pathetic ass. 

Stupid, lying, cheating, horny pig! The son of a b*tch had some nerve, cheating on me just because I didn't wanna be his plaything. As if I was gonna lose my maiden innocence to someone like that. I almost chucked one of Jenny's heels at him when he wouldn't stop glaring at me during P.E. 

Although Jenny managed to prevent any possible damage to her precious shoe, I did end up throwing one of her sports bras at him and asked him if it was a big enough size to fit his moobs(man boobs). The whole gym burst out laughing, effectively shutting up my ex, who stalked out and avoided me thereafter. 

My rage cooled down after that, and I was back to my normal mood by lunch. It had rained the whole night yesterday, so the fresh smell of dew only added to my improved mood. But a small sense of worry still stuck to me, God knows why. The last time I'd had this nagging gut feeling Kyle almost got suspended for dunking Brian's head down a toilet. An unflushed one at that. 

I pushed it away, not wanting to ruin my good mood and tried enjoying the amazing weather. ''I wonder why people think damp weather is so depressing'' I said, glancing up to see Jenny give me a weird look. She just shrugged nonchalantly and continued ranting away. 

I packed my bag, trying to listen to Jenny as I ignored the persistent gut feeling that something was gonna get screwed up, big time. My turbulent thoughts kept up all the way to the cafeteria, and sadly, so did Jenny's chatter.

Hello, ma bishes!!

So here's the first chapter of my book 'Inside Out'!. Hope y'all liked it. I'm still tryna get over the fact that this chapter has over almost 1200 words in it. Like what even....?!!. I know that's not a lot for some of you but I'm still happy with what I've written so far. 

I'll try updating on a weekly basis (cuz I know the pains of waiting for a book you like to get updated;) )

Also, I'm in need of a good cover. As you can see I'm morally unproductive on that matter so I'd like it if some of you could send me cover ideas. I'll be posting a basic idea of what I need in it on my conversations blog so keep your eyes peeled !!

As I have mentioned my life is somewhat hectic right now so I'd like it if y'all would comment on what you'd like to tell me at the very end of this rant as I may not have time to keep scrolling up cuz my wifi be like a dying walrus rn.  I love you all!

Don't forget to-

LIKE

COMMENT

VOTE!