My Model Boy

Chanel Rouge

"Did you decide wether or not you want to come to your own mom's wedding or not?"

My mom was rambling in my door way again. Her and my dad were divorced going on two years now and she'd just met this guy that she just can't wait to marry.

"Like, at this point I don't even know why I'm asking you anymore. My wedding is in a month and my eldest daughter doesn't even want to go!" She scoffed putting her hands in the air as if she was done. She opened her mouth to speak again.

"Chanel, he's a really great guy and I know you haven't met him yet, but what better way to meet your mom's friend than at their wedding? I am really starting to think you just don't want me to be happy anymore! Ever since your dad l-"

"Mommy, I'm just not ready yet. You move on a bit quicker than I do, he's my dad. Please just give me some time."

"Chani, that was my husband! The very first love of my life!"

"Okay, but mom that was my only and last father I'll ever have!I can't just go and adopt a new dad! Unlike you, I still love him."

I didn't mean to say that to her. I knew she still loved him. I know she was just trying to replace the empty space in her heart he stole.

"Chanel, I'm not asking you anymore. You are coming to the wedding, and that's it, I don't want to hear anything about it" She closed the door.

Without hesitation I called my dad.

"Dad?"

"Hello?"

"Hey, Daddy"

"Hey babygirl, what's going on?"

"Mom just told me that I HAVE to go to the wedding, like why do I have to go? The twins are going everyone is going, like, why do I STILL HAVE to go, I'm just another face in the crowd! I'm tired of me not having any decision in anything that affects MY life!"

"Calm down, sweetie it'll be fine. When's the wedding day?"

"It's the 7th of next month, but dad, it's not going to be fine, I want to at least be able to show rebellion towards the decisions she makes without caring about what I think! I can't even do that! It's bad enough after the wedding I'm gonna have to live with the guy! What if I actually start to like him!? He'll start making plans for stepdad and daughter on the weekends, I'll slowly start to lose you!" My throat started to tighten.

I heard my dad chuckle through the phone. "Chani, don't think too hard. Listen, I know your mom and I know her well. Which means she's not going to let up. Just be on your best behavior, go to the wedding, and after that get her to let you come and see me. Okay?"

" 'Kay.." a tear of anger streamed down my face.

"Also I sent you something in the mail so call me when you get it, okay?"

"Mhm."

"I love you, sweetie."

"Love you too, Daddy"

I hung the phone up and threw myself on the bed. I got angry laying there thinking about it and started banging on my wall while yelling. I had anger issues for as long as I could remember and had temper tantrums every here and there when I had no control over a situation.

The rest of my day consisted of me laying on my phone tapping from app to app and occasionally texting friends back. Having no contact with anything outside of my room door.

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I woke up in a little pool of still-wet drool, I didn't sleep until four that night. I got up just a couple minutes before my alarm and tried to get some more sleep. But after what only felt like five seconds my alarm went off.

I got up tiredly and my eyes still felt so heavy. My mom busted through my door with her red robe on. She looked at me. I looked at her. She slowly began closing the door.

"I should start locking my door..." I mumbled to myself.

"What?" My mom snapped back opening the door.

I gave her a quick glance, "Nothing."

"Get up, Chanel." She shut the door.

I put my hands up in a what does it look like I'm doing way and groaned. I was so irritated but used to her superfluous instructions.

I got in the shower and washed my hair. I got my clothes together but combed and brushed my curly hair into two side buns before I put them on so I wouldn't get hair on them.

I put on my white long sleeved shirt and a pair of ripped light washed jeans, topping it off with my white Fila Disruptor 2s.

I decided to just go with some lipgloss, mascara, and hoop earrings for today. Nothing extra.

When I got to school I immediately started texting my friends like always, waited for them to get there, then went inside with them.

Paris was a friend I had made that year, she was very pretty and had a natural glow about her.

"Did you guys see that boy who walked inside before us? I've never seen him around here before he's probably new." Paris said pushing her black silky hair behind her ear.

"Uh, yeah so what about him though..." Parker questioned.

Parker was another pretty friend I had but Paris introduced me to her, they had known each other since they were young and were the closest.

"Uhm, I don't know Parker maybe because he was HOT?" Paris gawked.

Parker retched, "Was not, that guy was soo average. Where's your taste in guys?"

Kalani giggled, "Okay, Parker just because you're a sexy Stem does not mean you get to downgrade obviously hot guys!"
 
Kalani is my childhood friend, she's like a sister to me and that's what we consider one another.

"Wait a minute, Lani it's STUD, and I am not downgrading he's just not hot." Parker shrugged with a not my fault look.

"How can you be a stud when you're SO pretty it makes you look feminine, come on all the guys try to flirt with you."

Parker huffed, "No, Lani that's because I'm part of the guys and we do things like that to each other. They flirt with each other too! Regardless I'm a STUD! Respect it!"

Kalani poked her lips out, " 'Kay, sowwy Parker, you're just so pretty." She leaped on Parker and hugged her.

"Paris, come on" I said grabbing her, we had first period together, "Mr. Haggerty won't be in there this early."

When we got to our class the teacher wasn't in as I expected.

The classroom was almost empty compared to the middle of the day with only a few kids seated and chatting.

I walked towards my seat in the middle closest to the back row and noticed someone sitting there. In my seat.

I stopped in front of the desk that I believed 99.9 percent belonged to me. Someone that was not Chanel Rouge was fully comfortable in that seat.

"Uhm, excuse me?" His head was down and he seemed as though he was sleep.

I tapped him lightly. "Hey," he lifted his head up and looked at me. I found myself nervously trying not to look in his eyes. My legs buckled a little, Paris, hot doesn't explain the half of it.