Unsaid Things

Chapter 16

*Eleanor's POV*

"You are drunk off your fucking ass...GET IN THE CAR!" I mumble to myself but then demand to Isabelle.

"No! I want to stayyyyyy." She giggles with a slur.

"Isabelle Deyes, if you do not get in this car right now I will drop kick you onto this fucking curb." I say sternly.

She just sighs loudly and gets into the car slamming the door. I just roll my eyes, walk around to the other side of my car and get in with my drunken idiot.

"You're coming to my house...your parents will kill you if you come drunk." I sigh, beginning to drive down the road and knowing I'm going to have to hold this bitches hair in the morning.

Monday____

Saturday I held Isabelle's hair while she barfed and had to deal with her whining about the hangover headache, but I really can't complain because she does it for me.

I returned her to her home late Saturday afternoon and had Sunday to myself where I just watched netflix and occasionally texted Connor, which was a miracle.

But unthankfully, it was once again Monday which meant I had to deal with the dumbasses.

I roll out of bed and trudge to my closet digging through my mess of clothes until I find my navy blue tank top that says 'My ideal weight is Luke Hemmings ontop of me', black jeans, black hoodie, and my black Chuck Taylor's.

I run a brush through my hair, just fixing my fringe, and put my hair in a side braid after I apply some makeup. Throwing my black fabric backpack over my shoulder, I remember I have to talk to Mrs.Lexus, my French teacher, about grades...great.

I run down the stairs quickly with my phone in hands skipping out on breakfast and just going straight out my front door.

Getting in my car and starting it, I instantly press play on the radio and sing along to Haven't Had Enough by Mariana's Trench as I drive to my personal hell.

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I climb out of my car reluctantly, letting the sounds of an amazing band be replaced by 15 year old girls shrieking over one direction, what did i do to deserve this? Oh ya I was born in this fucking decade!

'14 year olds are getting pregnant and I can't even get a fucking high five from a guy...' I think to myself as I walk into the school placing both of my earbuds in my ear holes...ear holes? That is not what they are called...

I begin fiddling with my locker ready to go super cyan until I finally unlock it and pile the books that are required to torture me and close it. I turn to my left and see Isabelle standing there also piling her books into her arms.

"Hey." I sigh leaning against the locker beside her.

"Hey hey." She smiles brightly closing her locker and walking beside me down the hall ways.

"I'm not excited for French." I mutter sadly pushing past people.

"Why is that my friend." She says stopping in front of the classroom with me.

"Ima need a tutor...I'll see you at lunch." I frown waving as I walk into the classroom filled with people.

I sit in my desk slamming my books down and begin sketching random things as the teacher does attendance.

"Eleanor, come here please." Mrs.Lexus calls to me...fuck.

I reluctantly and hesitantly push myself out of the chair and trudge to her desk where I stand awkwardly waiting for her to talk.

"Your grades are not the best...you will need a tutor." She sighs putting down her clipboard and staring at me dead in the eyes.

"I will have Daniel tutor you since he is my best student, you will be spending your lunches with him for a month." She says gesturing her head towards satan.

I feel my face lose colour and expression as she says his name, I'm not that bad of person!

"Wait what! No no no no...we...we uh don't get along." I stutter frantically.

"Well you will have to get along then, now go sit down." She demands

I resist the urge to throw myself out the window and scream while pulling my hair out as I walk back to my desk and slam my head down as I sit back down regretting every breath I have taken that lead up to this moment.

♢Hello, I hope you enjoyed this crazy chapter. I know it was random and all over the place but I wrote half of it at 2am sorry! Xoxo-Cayden♢

Picture: Eleanor's outfit