Fated to Hate You

Chapter 9: I am NOT wearing that thing

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and excited for school today. I took a little extra time getting ready for school. I straightened my hair, put on a little bit of makeup, and even wore a skirt.

It wasn't anything super fancy, but it made me feel even better. For some odd reason, I had a really good feeling about today.

I skipped down stairs and grabbed a granola bar to munch on before I left for school. 

My parents were already down there, dressed and making coffee. "Hey mom?" "Yes honey?" she replied. "When is Austin coming home?" My brother had been away for the last month at college. He came home to see me on my first day of senior year, but left shortly after I did.

"He's going to be coming home for your birthday party." That's good. Although he was only gone for a month, I missed him so much. Granted we did always argue like an old married couple, but I still loved him.

I wonder what he'll bring home this time. This must be a good omen if my brother is coming home earlier than expected.

I sat down on a stool and pulled out my phone.

As I was scrolling through my phone, I got a notification that my favorite athletic store was having a sale.

Yes! I've been needing some new tennis shoes and tank tops to work out in. I made sure to screenshot the coupon they had on their website before heading outside. It was sunny, but not to hot out. The slight breeze cooled the heat from the sun.

Even the weather was perfect today. Something amazing was going to happen.

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Okay, so I was wrong. Today turned out to be the crappiest day ever. It all started when I was on my way to school. I was minding my own business, singing along to the radio as one does when they drive alone, when suddenly a thought struck me.

Well, more like a car.

Someone rear-ended me. I was stopped at a red light and they weren't paying attention and didn't stop in time. Luckily, nobody was hurt. I got their information and sent it to my mom after telling her what happened.

It wasn't too bad, just a couple of dents and scratches, but still, this little accident caused me to be late to school. My teacher wasn't happy with me, even thought I explained to him 10 times that I got in a car accident that wasn't my fault.

And to add more insult to injury, when I sat down I fell out of my chair leaving me with a bruise on my side. I swore that one of my stitches popped. Luckily, I'll get them out Saturday so it shouldn't be too big of a deal.

A few minutes after I finally got settled in, someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Uhm, excuse me?"

"What do you want?" I snapped. My good mood from this morning was ruined at this point. Only a shred was left. "You're bleeding on your back."

And there goes that last shred. "Ugh! Could this day get any worse?" I twisted in my seat, but I wasn't a fucking owl that could turn my head all the way around. Since I wasn't able to see it, I had the kid from behind me take a picture of it.

My white shirt was now soaked with a blood stain the size of my fist. Why do all my white shirts end up ruined? I raised my hand to notify the teacher. That's when things got even worse.

When he saw the blood, he fainted. Like his eyes rolled back in his head and everything. The class all rushed up to see if he was okay. I managed to slip out of the classroom amidst all the chaos.

Standing outside my class was Parker. He looked like he was chewing on something. "Parker. What are you doing here?" He jumped at the sound of my voice. The thing he was chewing on flew out of his hand. Upon further inspection I noticed it was a vape.