A/N: I'm such a douche- sorry I haven't uploaded, and the last part sucked, but here's Part3 :)
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"Hello? Seth where are you? Aw man, you made me wake Chris up...You know what-" Andy's ringing phone woke me up and I couldn't help but smile at his concern for me.
"Hey." I say quietly in my gruff morning voice.
"Alright sunshine, as much as I hate to wake you up because you're so cute asleep, your just-woken voice is even cuter." Andy laughs down at me, then says into the phone, "Sweet-talker my ass. I have a girlfriend. Plus you would have said it too...Whatever Seth, I'll pick you up after I drop Chris off okay?" He puts down his phone and I look up at him.
"Where are we going?"
"It's Tuesday, you have school."
"Aw can't I just skip? I wanna stay with you! Plus, I have this bitchy killer headache and-"
"It all comes with a hangover, which came with all your drinks last night, dear. Now come on, Seth probably has some of your or some other girls' clothes in his room, go find some, shower, and I'll find the ibuprofen."
I get up off the bathroom floor and follow his instructions, going to Seth's room first to find some clean pants and a shirt. Once I find my red jeans that I haven't seen since two weeks ago and a Black Veil Brides T-shirt, I go to the closet to get towels.
"Here, take these." Andy hands me two small red pills- the ibuprofen, he's not a druggie, (and for future reference, he doesn't drink much either) - and a cup of water.
"Thanks." I smile, downing the pills and water. Then I make my way to the bathroom for a quick, warm shower. "Go pick up Seth while I'm in the shower, I'll be fine alone." I say through the door to Andy as I get the water flowing.
"Alright, call if you need anything."
"Yeah, because you have conditioner in your car." I say sarcastically.
"Totally." Andy laughs walking out of the trailer and locking the door. When I hear his car leave, I undress and jump into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, I finish and wrap myself with a towel and grab another to dry my hair. Then I hear the trailer's door open and two guys come in, obviously it's Seth and Andy.
"Yeah right. But seriously, Andy, the guy never shuts up about- holy shit." I hear the door open and scream, trying to cover my virgin body with the towel in my hand. "I'm so sorry Charlie-"
"What the freaking fuck, can't you knock?!" I yell at Seth, who is standing, mouth agape, in the open doorway.
"Well this isn't awkward." He mumbles, lowering his gaze to the ground, then looking back up at me. I suddenly remember our kiss.
"Aw fuck. Again? Sorry, I forgot to tell you but- Chris, yeah, she's taking a shower in your bathroom..." Andy says awkwardly from the hallway, he didn't walk in far enough that I could see him, but he could see Seth standing there like a moron.
"Yeah, thanks for the heads-up." Seth says dazed, finally taking his eyes off me and closing the door as if nothing had just happened.
I recover from my shock, quickly get dressed, then I start playing with the lock to see if it works- which it doesn't. I walk out of the bathroom murmuring about how stupid the locks are because they never work.
"Hey there! Why so dressed?- I mean- distressed?" Seth teases, stammering on purpose.
"I hate you." I say glaring at him.
He and Andy just laugh.
"C'mon Andy, he seems more drunk when he's sober." I say grabbing my leather jacket and backpack off the cluttered couch.
"See you later Charlie!" Seth yells happily as Andy shuts the door behind me.
"He's just joking Christal, don't take him seriously." Andy says as the car approaches Lukewade High.
"Yeah, whatever...thanks for last night by the way."
"Don't worry, it wasn't the first time- and won't be the last- that I help you." He says. "What are brothers for?"
"For holding back hair and finding ibuprofen!" I joke cheerily, climbing out of the car.
"Don't get in trouble, I'm going to your house today to pick up some stuff for Seth from your mom. If you want, I can get you some clothes and you can crash at my place."
I nod. "Pick me up at three?"
"Nah, I'm sending Seth, Fe wants me for today, but you have the spare key anyway so let yourself in whenever you like."
"Cool." I smile and back up to the curb, waving goodbye. When I turn around to face the rest of the student body and the Lukewade High main building, my smile disappears.
I know I don't belong here, I don't need the shoves in the hallway to remind me, but I get them anyway. It's a sports and arts school. A place for rich, white kids who live on the south side of Lukewade and have nightly parties, waitresses serving dinner, maids living at their homes all year round, and their pools and million dollar clothes. I am none of that- except I'm white, but I'm too pale to be considered normal white anyway.
My family is broken, my parents didn't get married but my mom had three kids- guess my dad just couldn't help himself and just had to keep coming back for more- one of whom who got married to a man she had just met right after she'd quit college, another who had run away and got shot when he was fourteen, and the third.
The third is me. The failure, drunk ass girl who went to a rich kid school even though she was north side, rundown, poor trash.
My siblings and I: the three bastards of town! My brother and I, being only two years apart, were fine together, but then came the oldest, five years older than I, who hated me and my brother hated. I remember when Ryan was in elementary and middle school with me, we would pass each other in the halls occasionally and sit together at lunch, those times were the only times we smiled, well that was true for me at least. Idiots would push us around and yell "Watch out! Bastrads coming through!" or "Don't get too close or you'll stink, too."
As childish as it sounds, it still hurts, and I'm seventeen now. I never had any friends except for Ryan, but he tried to make friends with the other kids just as much as I tried to ignore them.
We were a team, but then on his third day of ninth grade he didn't come home. I checked all the lockers to see if someone had locked him in one, but I didn't find him. I ran through halls calling his name, I even went to the bathrooms, but Ryan wasn't there. I went to the café popular among the weird crowd my brother hung around most of the week, it was there I concluded that he'd disappeared.
He was gone, but mom still failed to care about him.
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A/N: While writing (in my journal) I was simply listening to rain sounds- just a natural thunderstorm that was recorded and posted on youtube. But while typing I was listening to Savior by Black Veil Brides and then Need You Now by Lady Antebellum..then i got too lazy and turned on spotify...
The cover was made by @BaconPancake (Part4 is dedicated to her, but I haven't typed it yet) THANKS BACON!
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