TOXIC

Chapter Two

The next morning I wake up I can feel my whole body aching. I guess I had very little sleep last night. I take a quick bath, brush my teeth, put on some deodorant, and spray a little bit of my favorite vanilla-scented perfume.

I go to my closet and pick the most comfortable outfit for my first day of school. White T-shirt, skinny jeans and my converse. Perfect. I go to the mirror and not gonna lie I look terrible as hell. My hair is kind of wavy from being folded and tied while I slept, and it looks horrendous. I finally put it in a bun to avoid attention to my messy hair.

Last but not least, I put on a little bit of lip gloss and concealer on my face. I don't usually do this, but today I just feel like it. Well on the first days of school, actually.

I go to Peyton's room to check on her. Her room is trashed with all of her clothes and bags on the floor. Her room smells like different mixtures of perfume and just smelling it makes me dizzy.

"Not done yet?", I ask as I pinch my nose to prevent vomiting.

"Just a little bit more... and done!", she puts in her mascara and practices poses in front of the mirror.

"How do I look?"

"Good."

"No, I mean, do I look like "that bitch could steal my heart" or "I'd die to sleep with her" kind of good?", she stands up and run her fingers through her hair.

"Good as in goodbye.", I leave her room and head downstairs.

Rosie made us pancake for breakfast it smells incredible. Dad is sitting at the table reading the newspaper while sipping his black coffee.

"Good morning baby. Ready for school today?", Rosie greets me with a huge smile.

"I guess so.", I sit and take a bite off my pancake. "Wow, this tastes so good."

A few minutes later, Peyton draws the attention of every single soul in this house with her dramatic look. She has full-face glam make-up on, curled hair, a black crop top, and denim jacket with fitted white jeans that accentuate her body a lot.

"You look really pretty.", dad says, finally moving his eyes from the newspaper.

"I'm so ready to rock this school! I bet there are lots of hot guys there.", Peyton dreaming about her crush as usual.

Dad drives us to school today and we talk the whole way there. We also sing along to our favorite tunes on the radio just to cheer ourselves and build spirit for the morning. After we've arrived, I give him a kiss on the cheek and wave him goodbye.

As I turn myself to the school, my jaw literally just dropped, completely mesmerized by how luxurious this school is. It is really huge, nearly the size of a palace I must say. The architectural design is modernish to futuristic, just like in movies. I still cannot believe I get to study in a school so fancy.

As Peyton and I walk our ways inside the building, it's actually true what she said earlier; there are so many hot guys and girls. Their fashion tastes are different from one another as if they show their true identities from their way of clothing. Many eyes are fixed on us, Peyton, I believe. I put my head down and walk as fast as I could, while Peyton's enjoying the attention she's getting.

When we've arrived to our lockers, all of a sudden Peyton takes a deep breath.

"Oh. My. God."

"What?", I confuse as she has gone completely petrified at the moment.

"Is that Randy?", she points to my left, with her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

"Randy who- oh.", it's Mr. Edwards' son. Apparently, we go to the same school as our so-called hot neighbor. Peyton immediately walks away and approaches him in seconds. She waves at him and starts flirting. This girl didn't just leave me alone in here, did she?