Once in One Million (will be deleted)

Chapter Eight- Back to the Goth Mode

Dedicated to @BigEars431 Because

1) Bruh, I need to show you something

2) Your friends are awesome; and,

3) Dude your still awesome no matter how tall you are and how short I am

Chapter Eight: Back to the Goth Mode

Em’s POV—

The usual things that were in my ‘I hate’ list would be Mondays. It means I would learn. And learning makes my head hurt. A lot.

“You know, you don’t need to be like that if you wanted to” May says as I finish off the bits of eyeliner on me. I scowled at her and grabbed my bag going downstairs while May trailed along with a frown on her face. I said goodbye to dad and rushed outside of my house, into May’s car. She climbed in the driver’s seat and started driving unusually quiet. This wasn’t right. She’d usually be talking out loud about fictional characters or sing out loud to her R5 album. Can’t forget about you was playing on the speakers and she wasn’t singing. It must be because of my appearance today.

“May?” I call out as she still became unaware of my presence. I poked her cheek with my index finger and called her name out again. This was sure to annoy the frack out of her.

“May” poke “May Collins” poke “May” poke “please” poke “talk to me” poke—“Oh for fuck’s sake shut up Emily!” She screamed and I finally shut up and adjusted in my seat “What do you want?” she asked coldly as I fiddled with my fake little hair extensions. I winced at her coldness and tried to smile “Well I want to know what is wrong with my best friend today” I informed her in a matter-of-factly as she rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’m quite in the mood today because—“

“Are you on your period?” I ask curiously as she chuckled a bit shaking her head. “No, idiot. I’m angry because I see that you didn’t enjoy your trip to your mom’s with Mio”

“I enjoyed my trip” I said sheepishly, a dark crimson forming on my cheeks. I actually did have an amazing time at my mom’s, and James was there to make everything better for me. He joked around, asked extremely embarrassing questions about my childhood to my mom, and gave me a breath taking smile before dropping me off at my home exactly at my curfew. For short, James was nothing but a half-ass and half-angel that day.

And you just threw that away

Shut up, conscience.

“Well then why are you still…” she eyed me skeptically from head to toe “That?” She says and I scrunch my eyebrows up in confusion. “Still wearing bands I thought you didn’t like anymore” She said and the pieces fit altogether. I frowned and my mood changed completely.

“You know the reason to this” I said to her, crossing my arms and now scowling “Yes” she replies bluntly “but he can change you Em, he can make you better and whole again”

“No he can’t” I argued, annoyed by every minute I have to spend with this topic. “He can’t change me. No one can ever change me” I gave finality to my words so this could stop. I don’t want to fight with May, not here, not now, not ever. But this topic was something I clearly did not want to talk about, too. It disturbs me though they’re trying hard to make this work for me.

She sighed angrily and just started to listen to the album playing until we got to school. May spotted Allie and Monique and quietly approached them. Allie gave us the usual back breaking slap and Monique acknowledged us and went back to tapping on her phone.

“So what’s up with you guys today?” Allie asks cheerily. She’d eventually forget that bastard Luke today since her hangover’s gone and all. May and I exchange a look that Allie somehow understood. Usual chatters come on and on, any topic for us to go through.