What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 11- Virgins Come From Virginia?

Chapter 11- Virgins Come From Virginia?

After dressing into my favourite black overalls and styling my hair into two dutch braids, I sat on top of the stairs, sliding up and down. This was why it was soo useful, I had injured my foot, and clearly I couldn't walk downstairs, and this method made it easier. I only wished it was the other way around too.

Dad had already set off for work today, leaving me unable to say bye to him.

I limped over to Reese and gave him my usual warm cuddle. "Bye Reese." I planted kiss on his head, making him whimper. "I'll be home before you know it, bud."

As I was driving myself to school, I couldn't stop worrying about the questions I would receive, and most of all...

Seeing Nolan's face.

When I stepped out of the car, already everyone's focus shifted to the way I was walking.

"What?" I hollered. "Have you never seen a limping girl before?" They all continued to stare, and I heard a group of prestige girls snigger.

Of course they haven't seen a limping girl before, I'm only entertaining them.

I decided to ignore them, since I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath, saving my energy to make my way to the school building.

Once I had reached the building, I earned even more stares from the students hanging around the hallway. I could spot Vivians face coming into sight. As I headed towards my locker, her face immediately dropped when she saw the state I was in.

"What happened?" She demanded in a high pitch tone, rushing over to help me without a thought.

"Stepped on glass," I said briefly.

She raised my right arm and draped it over her shoulder. "Why are you soo clumsy?" She helped me towards my blue locker as I rested my balance on the my stable foot.

"Trust me if there was a cure for that, I would've taken it by now." I grumbled and relaxed when I made it. Already, I could feel my mascara running down my face alongside the beads of sweat I produced.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She questioned with concern, her eyes fixed on my injured foot. "I hope it wasn't too severe."

"Don't worry, it was only two small pieces of glass. I'll manage." I smiled softly, avoiding Nolan's name.

She eyed me sceptically, as though she wasn't too sure whether to believe half of the story I told her.

"So how'd it go with Idiot after the party?" I flipped the topic onto her, recalling the last time I saw her.

She scowled at the nickname. "Elliot, his name is Elliot." She corrected me yet again, and continued to smile. "He drove me home."

"That's it. He drove you home?"

"Oh yeah, and he made some jokes and we laughed and we kind of bought Starbucks on the way, and then he dropped me off." She giggled.

I gave her an unsatisfied look. "You could've just said that earlier. But that's a start." I smirked.

"Wait ..." I grabbed her attention as I thought logically. "I gave him your keys to drive you home." I pointed at her, and I saw her eyes widen at my logic. "Then how did he get home if he drove your car?"

"I-" She played with the end of her hair, glancing at the floor.

I studied the way she was trying to figure out a lie to tell me. "Vivian Juniper Miller!" I exclaimed, catching her off guard.