Stella Rose is a normal 17 year old girl. There's not much about her that isn't normal. She doesn't have a crazy popular girl coming at her. She doesn't have much of a cliche high school movie life. She's just Stella. Stella Rose. But maybe with a l...
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"Ugh"
I groan and try to open my eyes when the light blinds me. I bring my hand up to my face to cover up and my head instantly hurts.
I rub my eyes and open them to where I can stand the light. I look to the side and see a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water.
Thank god.
I take two and plop on my back. What the hell did I do last night?
Memories flies through my mind and I instantly feel sorry for myself. What the hell?
I, Stella Angeline Rose, made out with Carter. Why the hell did I do that?!
I slap my hands on my head and a burst of nerves explode in my head, and I cover my head with my blankets and groan.
I'm an idiot.
A huge one.
Now, I have to clear everything up with Carter. Make sure Christopher doesn't know anything about that, and thank Sean for taking my drunk butt home.
So much to do on a Sunday.
I get up after contemplating my life choices and hop into the shower. The hit water runs down my back and it loosens up my muscles and I sigh.
I grab the soap and rinse my body and wash my hair. I step out of the shower and grab a towel and wrap it around me. I go up to the mirror and rub my hand across the mirror so I can see myself.
I sigh as I take in my tired self. The bags under my eyes are more prominent and I just look tired. Not a look.
I walk out of the shower and down the hall into my room. I walk into my walk in closet and pull out jeans and a Red Hot Chili Peppers band T-shirt. Best band ever. I put on a pair of underwear and a sports bra, not in the mood to put on a regular bra, and put my shirt on over it. I eye my dark blue jeans. I really don't want to deal with jeans today.
I grab my phone and check the weather. 75 is the high. Thank god. California weather is honestly so strange. It can be hot some days, then super hot, then cool, then... you get it.
I fold my pants up and put then back inside the pocket thing and grab shorts. Do I really want to wear shorts though? It shows off too much and i hate that. I'm super insecure, but I don't know why. As one direction says, you're insecure, don't know what for. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. Just some people don't know.
They're put down for ways no one can explain.
It's horrible how some people treat others. It is super discourteous. Sure, some people say it's because their jealous but that's bull crap. It's because they think that you can't defend yourself and say that your not. Knowing that you're insecure and will take their harsh words to heart and tear you up inside. I'm here to tell you that you aren't. You're amazing. You're you. No one else. Don't get discouraged by a bunch of fake people. They're the dumb ones. self love is everything and I if you have it you have everything.
