My Perfect Reject

Chapter Two

I was still starring at the ceiling when my alarm went off on Monday morning. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep. Go figure. Dread pooled in my body. My nerves were through the roof. I wanted nothing to do with today. I didn't want to get up and pretend that my life didn't fall apart two days before the start of my senior year. I wanted to throw the blankets back over my head and lay there until I died.

I groaned as I swung my body out of bed. I slammed my hand down on the alarm. One look in the mirror told me that my depression was starting to get to me. I had deep bags under my eyes. My hair looked dull and lifeless. I was a mess. I sighed. 

A chime rang out. 

Kassie - you've got this bby girl. I love you. xx

Me - thanks, babe. I'll survive. xx

K - damn right you will. I'll be waiting for you with starbucks at the ready. xx

Me - awesome. See you there xx

I couldn't help but smile at my best friend. Kassie immediately wanted to go and throttle Jax when I told her. It took a good thirty minutes telling her that ripping out his insides and feeding him to a pig was not a good idea. 

"A pig is to good for him anyway." Was her response, but she dropped it. 

I don't think I could survive this without her or my mother. The smell of waffles filled my nose and  I smiled. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all. 

~!~

At 7:15 I walked down the stairs, ready to face the day. I think. I had picked one of my new outfits. A black long sleeve shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, a pair of dark gray boots, and a soft gray sweater. My make up was simple. Dark browns and bronzes lined my eyes, making the blue stand out. The goal always. My hair was pulled up in a bun with curls hanging around my face. A single pair of diamond studs lined my ears. A gift from my mother. Apparently, my father had given them to her on their first anniversary. A simple silver chain hung around my neck. I looked presentable. My depression was not on display. This was going to be a normal day. 

"There you are, my little love." Mom said. Her back to the stove, a plate of chicken and waffles in her hand. 

"Thanks, momma," I said taking the plate from her. As I sat down at the table mom sat a glass of OJ in front of me. I smiled my thanks and started shoveling food into my mouth. Careful not to smudge my lipstick though.  When I finished and rinsed my dishes in the sink. I grabbed my keys off the counter and grabbed my backpack. I was trying to get out before she pulled out the camera, but I wasn't fast enough. 

"Not so fast Lorelei. This is your senior year. I'm getting a picture." 

I grumbled but let her do it. Smiling when she told me. Moving and posing the way she said until she had at least one hundred pictures and she freed me. 

With a kiss on her cheek and a mumbled goodbye, I was out the door and in the safety of my Honda. I plugged in my phone, put on my grooves playlist, and reversed out the driveway. 

~!~

I pulled into the parking lot of West High and parked in my reserved spot. Each senior class had reserved spots in the front. The only problem with it was that it was in alphabetical order. Someone hated me because this year I was directly beside Duke Wilder. The asshole himself.  Thankfully he wasn't here yet. 

As promised Kassie was waiting by the front doors for me. A picture of perfection as always. Kassie was dressed head to toe in black. Black skinny jeans. Black biker boots with one kicked back on the wall. A black jacket that did not hide any of her curves, and I was positive she was wearing a black long sleeve shirt underneath it. Her shockingly bright red hair was running loose down her back falling in elegant curls. A black backpack was slung over her shoulder and she was holding two Starbucks cups. An ultimate Carmel Frappucino for me and a Vanilla Bean for her.