My Perfect Reject

Chapter One

Chapter One –

The sunlit up my bedroom, giving it a soft warm glow. I wanted nothing more than it to go away. The sun should be dead. Like my heart. A black empty pit. The aroma of bacon reached my nose and I wanted to puke. How was it that the world kept going while my world fell apart? I begged my eyes to open, but they didn't want too. My eyes were swollen and puffy. I'm sure when I opened them that they will be a beautiful bloodshot red. They hurt. Of course, they did. I had spent the entire night crying. My heartbroken. My world shattered with two little words. It's over.

Jaxon and I had been together our entire high school experience. Right around three years. He had been my first everything. My first kiss. My first love. My first... well you know. A fresh sob escaped and I was back at it again. I threw the covers over my head and buried my head in my pillow. Every memory of us flowed through my mind. The sweet nothings we whispered to each other in dark. The heat of his skin against mine. His smell. His smile. Him. This wasn't fair. Every moment we spent together meant nothing. All that time wasted. He didn't even give me an explanation. He wouldn't answer the phone the dozen times I tried to call him. To get him to say the words to me directly. Instead of through a text message. Who did that? Without an explanation? 

"Honey?" My mom's sweet voice called out. The smell of bacon and eggs reached my nose again. I resisted the urge to gag. I couldn't eat even if I wanted too. My stomach was in knots daring me to try to put something in it. 

"Honey?" She said again. "It's time to get up. Time for school." I heard her bare feet paddle across the soft white carpet. I heard the clink as a plate was set down on my nightstand.

"Baby girl? Are you okay?" The covers were pulled off my head revealing the hot mess I was underneath. I didn't have to be in her position to know what I looked like. My tan face red and blotchy. My blue eyes; red and puffy. My long black hair in loose knots. Not a good look. 

"OH Honey!?" She cried, her blue eyes flashed with worry. The bed dipped as she sat down beside me. Her hand rubbing smooth circles on my back.

"What happened?" I moved my face enough for a single red eye to poke out.

"Jax... d-dumped me." I cried. It hurt. It hurt so badly. I didn't understand. Why would he do this? I felt my heart shatter again as I uttered the words. How could everything mean so little to him? How could three years mean nothing? What had I done wrong? Did I do something wrong? For the life of me, I couldn't think of anything. 

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." She tugged at me until I was sitting up. My head buried in her chest. The tears never stopping. In fact, they got worse with her sitting there. She smoothed my knotty black hair with her hands. I let her hold me. I let her comfort me. I let the tears fall spoiling her blue polka dot shirt. She smelled good even though my nose was running. She always did. I don't know how long we sat there with me crying. Her holding me and telling me everything was going to be okay.

Eventually, I ran out of tears. No matter how much I wanted to cry. I couldn't. I had cried myself out. There was nothing left there. I pulled away from her. Embarrassed.

"I ruined your shirt." I hiccupped.

"That's alright, my little love. Come on, get dressed." I groaned.

"I don't want to go anywhere, mom." Flopping back on my pillows. I covered myself again, desperate to disappear. I just wanted to lay here until Monday morning. When the first day of my senior year began. Without Jax by my side. Not the way I thought it would be. 

"Come on. Up. Up. Up." I peeked out from under the blanket. She was standing in the doorway. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. 

"Where are we going?" 

She just smiled. "I'll be back in twenty minutes. You better be up, dressed, and ready to go." 

~!~

Thirty minutes later, we had both changed and were in the car. I didn't say much. There wasn't much to say really. I was completely and totally in my own head. My thoughts raced through three years of memories. Any sign that something was wrong. Any sign that he wasn't happy with me. But I couldn't see one. It just made my heart hurt even worse. My heart was broken. My world shattered. I stared out the window wishing it would rain. So I could be like those girls in all the movies. Tears rolling down their face in time with the rain.

Mom patted my leg with her slender hand. I turned to her. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a slick bun. She had changed into a black and white dress with cute gray boots. Her blue eyes were sparkling like they always were.

"It's going to be okay pumpkin. Only true cowards break a girl's heart through a text message. He wasn't worth your time and he never deserved you." She squeezed.

I snorted. "You liked him," I stated. "He wasn't all bad. I just don't understand. It came out of nowhere!" 

"Yeah, I did honey. I'm sorry honey. He's a real douche bag. That's okay because there is plenty of fish in the sea. You aren't even eighteen yet, little love. It just wasn't meant to be." 

I bit off a reply as we pulled into my favorite ice cream parlor. 

"God mom, you are the best." I swung my door open and was at the front door in three strides. 

~!~

Later that evening I collapsed on my bed. I was exhausted. Mom had dragged me all over town. After we stopped at the ice cream shop and I ate three large chocolate and caramel ice creams. Don't judge me. As a depressed and recently dumped girl, I can eat what I want. Mom dragged me to every shop in town looking for everything and nothing. Even though we had already been school shopping. I came home with a couple of new outfits, two pairs of shoes, a new purse, and another new backpack. We also stopped at our favorite makeup store. I won't admit the amount of money that was spent there, but everything purchased would NOT go in vain. Our last stop of the night was to get our nails done. My weakness I must admit. I love nothing more than to get my nails done. I've always bitten my nails ever since I was young. My mom tried to break me from it multiple times, but it never worked. I had nothing but nubs and I, very much, liked to hide that fact. By wearing nice and sharp stilettos. Always a dark color - this time it was navy green with gold leaves painted all over them. Mom went with her standard fire engine red basic shaped nails. 

She had pampered me properly. Her plan worked. For a while, at least. I had forgotten. I had forgotten that the person I thought was the love of my life dumped me. I forgot he had done it through text message. I forgot that he would not answer any of my calls. Nor would he call me back. I forgot that he gave me nothing more than it's over. I forgot that I had wasted three years of my life on someone who let me go so easily. I forgot how drastically he just changed my life. The life I was used too. The life I had wanted. Now that I was home though, that's all I could think about. 

It turns out I didn't cry all my tears after all. 

I didn't mean to start a new story, but I did. Technically, I'm currently writing two different stories. This one here and another one. This other one I have wanted to post to Wattpad, but I cannot. Yet at least. So in the meantime, I decided to write something else for Wattpad. This is just the beginning and I'm sure this is far from the best thing I've written but please read and let me know what you think. This has not been edited. 

Reviewed and slight changes made 8.7.19 

- H