Chapter 1

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Christina Grimme as Delilah^^^
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Delilah's POV

"Delilah, Hurry up!! were gonna be late to school!!"

"I'm going, I'm going..." Ugh... school. I hate the word! Why does school exist?

"God dammit Delilah come on! I don't want to be late!"

On the other hand, why do annoying little sisters exist?

I slipped on my boots, grabbed my bag from behind my door, and ran down stairs before my sister had a heart attack over being late.

Seriously? Who would ever be excited to go to school? Certainly not me.

I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen counter and made my way outside to my car where a certain annoying sister was waiting.

"You act as if your actually going to be on time to class. We both know your just going to go exchange saliva with your little boy toy." I smirked at my remark as I opened my door and got into my car.

"At least I have someone to share time with." Pain ran through my eyes but I put on my best poker face, and pushed down the feeling quickly. As I pulled out of my parking lot, I knew she regretted saying that. I can feel her regret radiating off her but she didn't apologize and I wouldn't care if she did. She was right... I don't have anyone to share time with like she had her boyfriend.

Its been 5 months Delilah come on... just ignore the pain... stay strong... fake a smile... hide the truth... that's all you need to do. You're Delilah Stasy for crying out loud! What would the soccer team think of you if they saw how broken you were? What about your friends? No.. just hide, that's all, fake a smile and push the pain away...

I parked my car in its usual parking space and turned to face my sister.

"I'll pick you up after cheer practice. I have soccer practice anyways okay?" She nodded and got out of the car to her waiting boyfriend at the front of the school. Jealousy sprung within me. Why couldn't I have that? What did I do wrong to lose him? I gave him everything. Did these last 3 years together mean nothing to him? I guess not...

I got out of the car with my bag and walked into the building. God I hate school. I took the stairs to the second floor and went to my locker. I pulled out the books I would need for my morning classes and left to the library. I sat there catching up on some unfinished homework when my eyes were covered by two slightly tan hands.

"Claire, your not sneaky at all, now get your hands away from my face." She let go and took a seat next to me. Claire has been my friend since we were in middle school. She's crazy, outgoing, and never holds back. She has long curly red hair and brown eyes. She's also on the cheer team with my little sister.

"Sorry... I was just wondering where you were, but I guess I found you! Anyways what are you up to?"

"Just finishing homework. How'd you know I was in here?"

"Oh you know... a little birdy told me..." I turned to her with a confused face then I glared at her.

"He told you didn't he..." she looked anywhere but me which royally pissed me off. She knew who I was talking about. He's the only one who knew this was the place I go to get some peace and quiet.

"I don't know who your talking about... anyways I'll just talk to you later. Oh! and Steven was looking for you. Bye!"

I rubbed my temples and heard the bell ring. I packed my stuff and walked to my first class, world history.

The morning went on uneventful. I barely had any of my friends in my classes since I had AICE and AP classes while they all had regular classes.

Lunch time came and I made my way downstairs to the lunchroom. I took a seat at the very over crowded table in the center of the cafeteria. Yes you guessed it... I'm part of the popular crew (insert dramatic hair flip here).

"Hey Delilah, where were you this morning? I was looking for you." I took a seat next to Steven as I answered his question.

"I was in the library getting my homework done. What did you need me for?"

"Oh just to ask how your doing. Feeling any better?" He was talking about my breakup. Steven is my best friend. He's the only one who knows how much pain I've been going through these last few months. Steven is also a very in the closet gay. I don't know why he doesn't just come out I mean I don't think anyone here would judge him.

Steven is tall at a height of 5'11" compared to my 5'. He has beautiful green eyes and blonde hair styled up in the front. He's hot, but he's gay... sigh... He doesn't even look gay for crying out loud!

"I'm fine Steven. Don't worry about me. Tell me though, how'd your date with that guy go? Was he as hot as you thought?" He told me he had a date last night with this guy he met on Facebook. The good thing was that the guy was from the next town over so no one knew he was talking to another guy. His face turned to pure anger and he ran a hand through his hair.

"No! He was a complete asshole. He got there late, then judged me on my outfit which I think I looked hot in, and he ate like a fucking pig! He wasn't even that attractive..." I stifled a laugh and patted his shoulder. Poor Steven... he's so picky when it comes to guys.

The rest of the day passed on and practice was as always tiring. Why is soccer such a tiring sport? I waited for my sister by my car as I stared off into space. Life honestly sucks... love doesn't exist... at least not to me... not anymore.

I felt eyes staring at me so I looked up and saw a guy looking at me. His face turned red and he walked off embarrassed. Hmm... I've never seen him before. I wonder who he was? Maybe a new kid? But I would have known there was a new kid at school...

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard screams and giggles... the cheer team. I wonder how they can be so peppy all the time? My sister walked over to the passenger side of my car and got it. I got into the drivers side and drove home.

After getting home, I stuffed my face with food and went upstairs to my room. I through my bag in the corner of my room and walked into my bathroom for a shower. Once I got out, I changed into fresh clothes and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I worked on my homework and read before deciding it was a good time to finally sleep.

I lied down and the moment my head hit my pillow, I passed out.

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Well... here's the first chapter. I took down Turn of Events because well... I didn't know where I was going with that book but I am thinking of rewriting it and having a better plot to it.
Anyways... I hope you like the first chapter. Ill update every 2 days. If not everyday for the rest of winter break and after that, updates will be weekly on Sunday nights.
Vote.. Comment... And Enjoy!
~~Mariee xoxo

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