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The Nightmare Before School; AKA HELL

Author's Note: if I spell something wrong, it's on purpose......... KEEP READING— thank you

Jesse POV
Today I went to the store with my mom and we bought a bunch of worthless crap for school. "Why are we even buying half this shit? I'm not gonna use any of it anyway," I muttered. "Why don't you help shop then?" my mom asked in an annoyed tone. I don't want to shop but honestly, I wasn't gonna use that stuff. We walked to the check out line as the Walmart Clerk ushered us to his station. He a bright smile, sharp jaw line, a hazel forest in his eyes... but it was all a bit familiar. Then as something miraculously click in my horrible memory I opened my mouth to talk but he beat me to it. "Hi Jesse! Long time no see?" It was Hayden. The Hayden Robertson. All I could do was blush and glare. "Hi! I'm Jesse's mom! It's nice to meet you," my mom said invitingly. "I leaned in to her ear. "Don't talk to him!" I whisper yelled. He was "my bully" from middle school and one of the biggest assholes around. But we moved to this town around two years ago and I hadn't seen him since. "So where did you two meet?" my mom continued. "I was a good friend of Jesse's in 6th grade, Ma'am," he lied. My mom blushed at thought of him calling her a ma'am. I rolled my eyes as his eyes met mine. I glared as his eyes smiled back while he was finishing swiping our items. "Let's go Mom," I started to bag things in a hurry. "See you at school Jess,"As I got home, I ran up to my room, turned my phone, and texted Trace.
Jesse: Can you believe it's already the first day of school tmrw!!!!!
Tracey: I know!!! It sucss!!😩😩😫
Jesse: My mom just called me down for dinner, gtg
Tracey: Kk, bye

I went downstairs to eat Mom's horrid cooking. "How did you like the shopping trip?" Mom asked.
"It was fun!" I smiled my biggest most fake smile. She smiled back. If she askes one more question I might actually skip dinner. Mom made her "Special Home-Made Pizza!" More like burnt bread with a few slices of cheese and tomato. And I don't think the cheese was supposed to taste like the scum from a guy's balls (I've never personally tasted it, but a certain amount of my best friends say that it is... well... it makes want to vomit, I'll tell you that much). I ate it as quick as possible and then ran straight back to my room. Halfway up the stairs my mom hollered, "Where are you running off to? Do you have a personal guest up there?" I blushed at the fact that my mom thought that I could ever sneak someone into my room, or so much as get a lover for that matter.
"I just wanted to pick out my attire for tomorrow! Why would you ever think that!?" I don't know why but I felt a wave of embarrassment and then anger. She apologized for being so nosey and then sat at the couch to watch her Sunday Night Show.

I went upstairs and into my room. I went straight to my dresser and grabbed out a bra. It was nice silver laced bra that made my chest look a little bit bigger. Then I opened my shirt drawer and looked for a top. I came to the choice of a burgundy-redish sort of color, short sleeve, v-neck t-shirt. I also liked it because it also had two white stripes around the sleeves. Then I tried jeans on until I found a pair that was high-waisted and didn't cut into my crotch. Then I grabbed my black and rainbow checkered Vans and called it good. I thought it looked pretty confident but not flashy.

I took a few pictures of my outfit and sent them to Bailey, my guy-friend that doesn't think I look like a girl 100% of the time.

Jesse: how bout that!!!
Bailey🐶👁: you...
Bailey🐶👁: don't look like a guy?
Jesse: that's it😭? I took twenty minutes to choose this!!!😫😤😢
Bailey🐶👁: Okay, you could pull it off😒. You happy now?
Jesse: yes😏 I am. See you tmrw at hell?
Bailey🐶👁: Ima go smoke with my brother so leave me alone for the rest of the night
Jesse: okay😒

Off that note, decided it was about time for bed. I took off my clothes, flopped on my bed, curled up into a ball, and went to sleep. (Not actually! I just continued scrolling through social media until I forgot to stay awake)