Teenage horror story ➵A.I

Part 5- School and other extream sports

I got home around 12:30pm, not that my parents would care. Its kinda funny how much freedom I have, perks of being a sick kid I guess. Oh plus I don't have to worry about the effects of smoking and drugs. I shuffled into the house and walking up the dark stairs, the moonlight shinning in from the window at the top at the staircase. I sighed as I opened the door to my room, what a day. I crashed on the bed and realized how weird it is to be getting drunk till midnight on a monday, oh well I meet a hot guy and meet really cool people.

Just as I was think that, my phone went of and I realized I had gotten a text from Jack. Weird.

"Loved meeting you today...Wanna go out on Friday? :)"

Well what else would I do? We are going dancing on Saturday so it will not interfere with that, why not? He just a guy.

"Sound cool. C: Pick me up at 6?¿"

"Definitly, wear something pretty. Even tho everything you wear would look pretty."

I smiled down at my phone and felt my cheeks start to blush.

":) goodnight Jack, Cya laterrr"

"Goodnight babe"

My nose scrunched up when I read the last word, babe?? We actually just met today and he's calling me babe, no fucking thanks. I shrugged off the texts and slumped back onto the bed, looking up at the lights I had hung up.

After dealing with all the typical things I do before bed, I slid my cold body under the mountains of white blankets. A warm smile flooded my face as I snuggled into the bed, my mind not thinking as much as it usually dose. I was thinking about the town, this weird ass town that I actually quite like.

Im probably going to end up staying here for the rest of my time.

I woke to the sound of my alarm going off, its was 6:30 am, school started in two hours. I quickly showered and changed into some leggings and a blink 182 shirt I had gotten for my birthday last year, walking over to my desk that I had thrown all my makeup in when I moved here 2 days ago. Damn time really dose fly. I sat at the desk and flicked on the lamp so I could see what I was doing. I applied my morning moisturizer and used two different mascaras on my lashes to make them as big as I wanted, then I applied my typical cat eye eyeliner and brushed out my straight hair.

"What did you do last night sweetie?" My dad asked as I ate my cereal, he was doing the daily cross word like he always did and mom was making tea. "Well at school I met a girl and she asked me if I wanted to tour the town with her, so we did." I said simpily, leaving out the drugs, alchol, truck rides and near death experence. I smiled down at my lap and my mom gave me a look. "Did you met a boy?" She grinned. Oh ya, Jack. The image of Jacks curly blonde hair and sunken eyes popped into my head, only know did I realize how sad he appered. "Yes actually I did, his name is Jack." I said to both of them, my moms eyebrows furrowed. "Oli just remember the rule." She whispered sturnly. That fucking rule. "I know I know...don't let anyone get to close." I stuttered sadly. I got up after finishing my breakfast and gave my dad a hug, then I walked over to my mom who handed me my tea in a travellers mug. I hugged her delicate frame and told her a quick 'I love you' for I was not in the mood for a live fest.

I sighed into the air as I walked down the street, my eye lashes curling in the hot weather and my cheeks growing red. I have spent my time walking to school listening to "A Day to Remember" and smoking. I loved the feeling of the smoke swirling around my head and burning my throat as it traveled down into my body. I closed my eyes as I inhaild the smoke, letting the feeling sink into my skin.

"Off to hell." I murmured to myself as the school came into veiw. I really dont want to go to class, but I was exited to see Scarlett and everyone. I smiled at myself as I remembered the night before when we walked around the town drunk and then hot high in that stupid hospital, and the stupid train tracks. Did I mention how stupid it was that we went out on a fucking monday?

I walked into my advanced english class and sat next to Scarlett. She looked over to me and smiled weakly, I laughed as I realized she was hung over as fuck. Im surprised Im not. "Having fun there soldier?" I giggled. "How the fuck are you not hung over?" She whined. "I actually have no idea." I said truthfully. "Everyone else dose like what the hell! Lucky bitch." She laughed quietly. I sat down and pulled out my books, getting ready for the day.

After getting shit on for ditching math yesterday, I headed over to art class. I sat down next to the dirty girl that wasn't so dirty today. She looked over to me and smiled slyly. "I know wow! I took a shower and brushed my hair, just try not to stair every time it happends. Which by the way is rare." She said, never looking over to me. I never really looked at her yesterday, she had black hair and a septum peircing. She had blue eyes and skin almost as pale as mine, she was beautiful. She didn't wear any make up yet her lashes were extremely long and her skin was flawless. She glanced over at me and I realized I had been doing what she had just told me not to do, stair. Fuck I'm awkward. "Sorry." I muttered. "Its okay fresh meat." She laughed. "Your not that ugly yourself."

I looked over to see the girl yawn, her black tee shirt riding and exposing her hips. I couldn't help but realize the tattoo sprawled across her hip. "Do you have a tattoo?" I asked, she looked over to me and grinned. "Ya, my parents both have them so they said it would be unfair if I wasn't allowed to get them." She said. Thats reasonable I guess, she is almost 18. "What is it?" I smiled, my curiosity getting the better of me. She giggled and pulled up her shirt, exposing the black lettering across her pale skin. The words read "Normal people scare me," in this weird font with dots under the O's. "Thats sick." I said. "Thanks girl." She smirked, the words were way too true.

"So," The not so dirty girl said to me, her eyes still on her work that we were assigned today. We were doing portrait work and she was doing, I think it was a singer from kiss. "Do you have a name?" "Ya its Olivia." I said quickly. "Im Hannah, but most people call me slut bag dirty girl. Nice to meet you." she smiled. Its funny how the first thing I noticed about her was her hygiene as well. But what about the slut thing, she seemed fine to me? "Well then, nice to meet you too. Your an amazing artist by the way." I said to her, wow Im talking a lot today go me. She smiled slightly and looked up to me. "Thanks blondie, your almost as good as me too." She said, her tone kind of bitchy. "Um..Thanks?" I giggled nervously. She is still really sketchy to me. "Well since you have a tattoo so I can tell your into that, and your amazing at art, did you ever think about being a tattoo artist?" I said seriosly, being a tattoo artist is what I want to be before I...uh run out of time. Its something I've wanted to do so badly for so long because the idea of loving something so much you want it apart of you forever, makes my heart flutter. "Thats what Im shooting for." She said happily. "Thats what I want to do too." I smiled genuinly. "Who knows Oli. Maybe we can start up a shop one day." She grinned. "Whats your last name?" She asked. "Violet. Im Olivia Violet." I said, I feel like an idiot saying my name like that. "Thats my favourite colour babe! Just kidding its black." She said causing my to laugh. Way to true.

I went back to my portrait, working on the eyes of non other then Billy Joe Armstrong. The eyeliner was my favourite part, even though his eye looked like black holes filled with pain and loss. The bell rang a few minutes later and I packed up my stuff and picked up my guitar, saying a quick bye to Hannah. Well at least I would get to play with the guys. Michael and Ashton were both in my music class. "Hey Olivia." I heard beside me as I walked through the hallway. I turned my head to see Michael, his hair now red. I started laughing at the fact that he was hung over, and his hair colour change over night. "When did you possible have time for that?" I joked. "Dana did it for me at lunch, shes good might I add." he laughed, flipping his hair to the side. "Oh your so punk rock man." i giggled. "Fuck ya I am." He added as we continued to walk to music. "Here, let me carry your guitair." he offered reaching his hand out to me. "Dude your carrying your own guitair, you don't need to carry mine too." I laughed, he is too sweet which is funny considering most people look scared of him when we walked down the halls. "Babe look at my muscles I'm good." He said in a fake deep voice. "Yes yes your such a man blah blah blah." I replied. He just fake frowned as we turned into the room.

"Sit with me?" I asked him as we looked for an empty area. He nodded and we went to sit next to the percussion area so that we would be close to Ashton. We both got out our guitars and continued talking until Ashton walk in and sat at the box drum. "Hello you sexy people." he said to us. "Hiya!" Michael replied in a girly voice. We aren't going to get anything done today.

Ello readers! So this chapter is extremely boring but I needed a chapter of like this, just character building and relationships. Next chapter will be better I promise. It will be the date and the dancing club. Have fun waiting for an update that will proll take forever :")