You're Not Enough

Chapter 15

"Jayda, hurry up." My dad yells from downstairs.

"I'm coming," I yell back.

I grab my rubber band, pull my hair into a ponytail, and then twist it into a bun. My mother would be happy that I pinned it up. Even though it's a messy bun, it's still pinned up and shows my face. Just how she likes it.

She hates it when it is down all over the place. I love it, though all my untamed curls fit me.

"Jayda!" He calls again.

I run over to my bed and grab my black hoodie, along with my bookbag.

I look at myself in the mirror one more time before running out of my room, down the stairs, and to the car. He starts up the car just as I get in and then pulls off.

"Who were you talking to last night?" He asks.

"A friend," I say more as a question than an answer.

He looks at me, shooked, "Friend?"

"Yes," I respond.

"Well, who is this friend?"

"Her name is Violet; she is new in town. You don't know her."

Oh

After about fifteen minutes, we finally reach the school; he pulls up across the street. "You're not going to drive me to the front?"

"No. I know how it must feel to have your parents drop you off, and you're a senior."

A small smile comes across my face. "Thanks."

I pull the car door handle. "Jayda," he says. I turn back around.

"I know you haven't been home long, but you're doing a good job, really," he says.

My heart aches at his words. I nod my head and close the car door. I was not doing good just yesterday. I cut, I relapsed. It's been six months since I've cut. I know it's only because of the facility, but I had still gone six months without cutting, and now I'm starting over. I'm back to square one, and my parents have no idea.

I spot Violet and Liam in front of the school. When Violet spots me, she smiles brightly and embraces me in a big hug.

"Hey, Liam," I say once she releases me.

"Hey." He looks at me then looks away.

"I thought you weren't coming," Violet says when I turn back to her.

"Sorry, my dad is just a little slow," I say even though it's my fault we were a little late. She laughs at my words.

"Come on," She says while wrapping her arm around mine.

...

"Class, take out your American history book. Do pages 45-52."

I reach into my bookbag and pull out the book. I turn to the pages and begin to read, while resting my head onto my hand and scanning the pages, reading all the annoying, partially accurate information about the civil war. I hear the classroom door open, but I don't look towards it.

"Nice of you to join us. Take a seat in front of Ms. King." my history teacher says.

The reason I sit in the back is so that I won't be bothered.

He just had to tell someone to sit back here. I see the chair move out from across me. I look up, and it's Ryder. I try to hide the shocked expression on my face. He didn't have this class yesterday. Why is he here now?

I look back down at my book. I don't need to pay attention to him. I need to do my work. He is already going to cost me my English grade. I don't need him to mess up my history one. I start playing with the black ring I have on. I'm twisting it with my thumb.