𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐧 ~ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

"the most boring and dull couple"

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the neighbourhood

I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes bloodshot and slightly swoll from the amount I had been crying the night prior. I had arrived back in California last night after spending four nights in New York. Although I was extremely jet-lagged my father was still expecting me to go to school. I had about two weeks off of school and my spring break had ended way too soon for my liking.

I turned on the faucet shortly after eyeing myself down, the cool water soon hitting my face as I tried to somehow get my eyes to look less red and swoll.

I soon walked out the bathroom letting out a sigh as I closed the door behind me. I hadn't seen Chase since the night we met in Central Park. To say the least, it ended with tears on my end and countless apologies from Chase. I wanted to forgive him, but I knew I couldn't just yet. We hadn't spoken much since, but I knew I'd be seeing him today in classes.

I was dreading the start of school. Break had been amazing and I wasn't mentally prepared to see everyone again. Not much could change in two weeks and I had already been to school after Chase and I had broken up. I tried to convince myself things would be no different than any other day, but something tugging at my gut was telling me that everything that had happened prior to this was just the start. Of what exactly? I wish I could say.

I sat on the floor of my closet, rummaging through the numerous skirts I had in my drawers. I was far too tired to try and pick an entire outfit whilst standing up since I knew I'd definitely be taking much more time than needed trying to pick out an outfit. I knew I'd need to save my energy for the rest of the day that I was already beginning to hate.

I groaned, picking out a red and black pleated plaid skirt which flattered my skin tone. I got up off the floor, taking off my pajama shorts and putting on the skirt. I glanced at myself in the mirror quickly, deciding the skirt would have to be good enough since I didn't want to have to change it. I opened another drawer, grabbing a tight fitted black long sleeve with a deep neckline. Once I had it on I walked over to my dresser and grabbed numerous necklaces to layer and a chain belt. I slicked my hair back into a ponytail as I grabbed a pair of black doc martens and slipped them on after wearing red fishnets.

I grabbed my school bag, not wanting to be bothered with having to wear makeup. The redness was no longer as apparent on my eyes, and they had no longer had been so swollen since the cool water had dilated it. I quickly walked towards the fridge in the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and shoving it into my bag before walking out the house without saying a word to neither my father or stepmother who were sitting by the counter, discussing business as always. God, they were the most boring and dull couple I had met in my entire life.

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I sat in my parked car in the lot of the school, starring at all the people swarming inside. It was only 7:46 which meant I had about fifteen minutes until my first class of the day, economics, would start. I sat in the car for a few more minutes, not wanting to get out until the song I was listening too had stopped playing.

My feet were soon met with the concrete as I walked towards the entrance, a handful or two of people coming up to say simple hello's or ask about my break. Personally, I thought the most eventful parts where speaking with Chase for more than just a mere few minutes or maybe the fact that as of yesterday, my mother has been gone for about a year now. But of course I wasn't going to let anyone that hadn't already known, know.

Anthony came into view soon after I had walked into school. He had just slammed his locker shut and I assumed he noticed me looking because he made his way towards me.

"Hey Cher." He sent a toothy smile as he opened his arms for a hug. I returned the simple gesture before leaning my head on his chest as I hugged him back. "Hey Tony," I pulled away after a moment "You doing okay? You seem a little angry." I asked, nodding my head towards his locker that he had slammed with quite a lot of force just minutes ago.

"I could ask you the same thing." He said, but I gave him a questioning look in response "Your eyes. You look like you've been crying for hours."

Damnit, I thought I shouldn't have been so goddamn lazy and should've at least put a bit of concealer.

I rolled my eyes at my laziness, forcing a smile onto my face "No, actually. Just tired." I shrugged, starting to walk as I hoped we would run into someone and this conversation could be avoided.

"You sure? You know you can talk to me Cheryl." He said as he put a hand on my shoulder, following after me.

"Positive. As for you on the other hand..?" I glanced up at him as he looked down a bit.

"Sandra and I got into a very stupid argument. About spongebob!" I laughed slightly, but his facial expression remained serious "It's not funny. She seriously thinks Patrick is the better character, but it's obviously spongebob. I mean, the damn show is named after him. She's not even speaking to me until I admit she's right. You agree with me though, right?" He looked at me as if he was begging me to say yes.

"I actually like squidward the most." I shrugged and then realized he stopped walking. I turned to look at him and all he gave me was a 'what the fuck' type face. "Personally, I think squidward is the most relatable. I mean at one point spongebob was my favorite, but Patrick was also my favorite once."

He rolled his eyes, a goofy smile planted on his face as he started walk again "I can't even look at you right now." He held his hand in front of my face and looked forward, but soon halted to another stop.

"Anthony, dumbass, we have class." I said, obviously unaware of the person that stood in front of the two of us.

"Hey Tony. Hey Cheryl."

Chase.

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I stg my writing is getting worse as the chapters go by and I swear I'm going to rip my hair out ugh I hate it here kmn

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