Lovestruck (EDITING)

1: Stupid Lovestruck Teenager ✔︎

I  thought it was over.

I thought I was done.

Done with thinking of him. Done with worrying about him. With my endless attempts to change and perfect myself so that one day, just maybe, he might glance in my general direction. I really thought I was done with being a stupid, lovestruck teenager, but here I am.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, a Sunday in towards the end of summer break, and I'm laying here in bed, thinking only of him.

Will he be late today?

What will he be wearing?

Will he flash his trademark smile when he walks through that door, effortlessly excusing his tardiness?

Will he ask me for something?  A pen maybe?

I make a mental note to bring one extra, just in case.

"Skye! Are you ready to go?" I'm abruptly dragged away from my thoughts when my mother knocks loudly on my bedroom door.

"Give me a minute," I groan, dragging myself from the warm sheets of my bed and across my considerably tidy bedroom to the dresser sitting against my peeling wall.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I observe the prominent dark circles that sit below my dull brown eyes. I really wish I had gotten more sleep. Silently, I scold myself for my derailed sleeping schedule as I pull a faded black t-shirt from the top drawer of the dresser and my old, permanently stained denim shorts from the next drawer down before stepping into the harsh, unflattering light of my tiny ensuite.

The water from the shower is much too hot for a summer morning, but I'm too lost in thought to really notice, or care.

Will he smile at me? Will he even say hi? I've missed his witty comments in class, even if they're not meant for my ears, the way his smile almost reaches his ears, the way his eyes light up and he throws his head back when he laughs...

My phone buzzes obnoxiously against the bathroom counter and I shut off the water, wrapping myself in a clean white towel. I open the new message from Shana, reading as I pull my shirt over my head and step into my shorts.

*What are you doing after rehearsals? xx*

I drop my dampened towel onto the bathroom floor and head back into my bedroom while typing my response.

*Nothing planned. You want to do something?*

I stop and take a moment to focus on myself in the full length mirror in front of me. My matted dark brown hair is pushed to one side, hanging over my shoulder like a dead animal. Instead of attempting to work with it, I lazily pull it into a loose topknot with the spare elastic band I keep around my wrist at all times and move to my desk to retrieve the small collection of makeup I own.

I barely manage to hide my lack of sleep with concealer under my tired eyes before I line them with black eyeliner and apply mascara.

"Skye! I'm going to leave without you!" I'm startled by my mother's irritated pounding on my door, causing me to smudge a clump of mascara onto my eyelid.

With an irritated groan, I yell back to her, "I'm coming!"

I hear my mother's loud footsteps as she sighs, defeated, and heads back down the hallway.

I rub the mascara from my eyelid with a q-tip and take in my appearance once more.

The hot summer has blessed me with a tan, as well as an increase in freckles on my nose, leaving me with a healthy glow in contrast to my usual dull, pale skin tone. My naturally pink lips are slightly dry so I apply a coat of chapstick before reaching for my bag and phone, impatiently shoving my feet into my white converse and heading downstairs.

I'm greeted by my mother impatiently dropping a granola bar into my hand and leading me out the door without a word.

"I'm going to be late. You know, you really need to wake up on time, Skyelin," my mother lectures me, using my unfortunate full name, as I climb into the passenger seat of her beaten up Volvo.

I nod silently and glance at the time. 8:23 AM. I want to tell her that she won't be late, that she has plenty of time, but I don't want to cause an argument this early in the morning. So, I keep my mouth shut and stare out the window as we pull out onto the street.

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