Five Seconds of Heaven [5SOS FF]

5SOH-3

5 SOH

3.

I smirked, though I knew my heart was breaking into millions of mini glass shreds. “Oh well,” I tried to act as though I was actually proud of my doing. As if.

“He’ll get over it,” Ashton suddenly said, cocking his head to the side, smiling.

“I hope he doesn’t, though. Show him who’s boss!” I pumped my fist into the air, everybody laughed. “But I really thought he had better taste than…than…than…tha-…”  I pretended to choke, and then continued, “Juliet Hoewintery?”

“Oh darling, nobody but her minions can stand her! I mean look, she is too pretty, she is too fake, she is too smart, she has too perfect of a body and she is just too drop dead gorgeous! Okay scratch that! She is every boy’s living dream. Small waists, big boobs, bleach blonde hair, oh.” Lorraine sighed.

My hand shot up to my hair, suddenly feeling insecure. I wasn’t blonde, Luke always liked blondes. Most of his exes were blondes…I’m not. “Yeah…I know, right?” I looked down at my hands; maybe this was why he didn’t like me? Because I wasn’t as perfect as whomever he dated and liked?

“You okay?” Calum whispered as the rest forgot about everything and continued eating and chatting. I nodded, as I poked around my food, mutilating my chips into weird potato sticks. “You don’t look it, Kris.”

“But I am, gosh.”  I sighed, annoyed. “Do I look like I’m not? Well at least I’m alive aren’t I?” I frowned, looking to meet his eyes.

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry.” He raised his arms in defeat, earning another sigh from me. I merely excused myself as I went to the bathroom.

“Oh Luke, oh baby oh!”  Someone’s voice moaned…ew.

“Ugh, Juliet you’re-oh!” Luke’s all-too-familiar voice groaned.

“Baby!” Juliet must be, moaned again but louder this time. Well of course, the perfect couple walks out and nobody would have suspected them to be having sex in the bathroom. I only slammed the door and walked to God-knows-where through my tears.

If anyone saw me, they might think I have lost an argument with Luke. But this was so not why the tears were leaking so easily, I was jealous, I was insecure, I feel like a mess, a freak.

So I guess home was the best place to run to, not that mum or dad cared because they were always so busy with their wretched work.

My bedroom mirror was big enough to let me see my whole body, every imperfect part of it. I looked at my reflection, judging myself. Skimming my eyes over my brown hair with natural brown highlights, my brown, brown eyes. There was nothing to me, absolutely no redeeming features.

“Someday, some way, I know it’s gonna be OK. Someday, some way, I’m gonna put a smile on that, pretty face,” My phone rang my favourite Joe Brooks song; I got a text from Michael.

“OI, party 2nite, u gg?”

‘HMMMMM, maybe? Where tho?’

“Down @ Luke’s. C U DERE.”

Luke’s, ugh, all the stupid bitches and hoes will be there…and here I am looking like a skunk.  Well no point complaining about it right? So quickly, yet languidly, I picked out a random dress and got to the shower. School must have just ended, so oh well I got more time.

“Hey Cal, pick me up for that party at…what time?” I asked him, pacing around my closet looking for decent shoes.

“Seven? Does seven sounds well for you, missy?” He cooed.