Shoving the piece of pizza in my mouth, I listened to Chelsea pour her heart out about how she's been feeling for the past few days. Honestly, this girl had to have something wrong with her. Her like was perfect and yet shit at the same time. But I listened and gave her advice like any best friend would. That's the good thing about us as best friends, we're always there for each other. Even if we're not physically there, we're still there,ya know?
We got up at the same time to throw our stuff away and sit back down for a while before leaving. Just as I was about to turn around, Josh had gotten up behind us too. I shot Chelsea a death glare telling her that if she said anything, she would be dead. He apologized and flashed me a smile. Oh my God, this boy was freaking perfect. If I even went into detail about how much I liked him, I'd write a novel. I barely knew him, but I can't even begin to explain it. "Helloooooo?" said a voice and I snapped back to reality. Right. "Earth to And," Chelsea grinned. "What, sorry?" I asked, trying to act natural. "You were kinda frozen when he smiled at you, so he walked away." she said, trying not to laugh. Oh. My. God. I hhid my face with my hand. That must have been so embarrassing! "Uggghhhh." I moaned and hid my head under my arms on the table after sitting back down. "I hate you." I muttered to Chelsea. She grinned and happily said "I love you too!".
The rest of the day basically flew by. I saw Josh in the halls and when we were switching classes, but as usual, I didn't actually talk to him. Chelsea and I whined about every single class, and we were currently in the last period of the day with ten minutes of class left. "Can I die?" Chelsea mumbles, putting her head down on her desk. The teacher rolls his eyes and tells her to get back to work. He treats us like five year olds. He went back to his work, Chels didn't. "Okay. You push me off a bridge and I push you off a bridge." I muttered back. We laughed with the little energy we had left. This wasn't our best subject. Then again, school wasn't our best subject.
Finally, all my classes were over and I was about to walk out of the school. "My God. He's like the first person out of here. What's his rush!" I complained to Chelsea. Josh was out of the school before you could say Mississippi. Then again, who would want to spend more time then needed in this complete hell hole? "He takes the bus home." Chelsea said, not taking her eyes off the screen of her phone. I rolled my eyes. "Well that kinda explains it." I said. We started walking in different directions and I couldn't wait to get home and just pass out on my bed.
When I did get home, however, there was too much to do instead of sleeping. I had absolutely no life, and sleep sounded so good right now, but I knew I had homework that I would just keep pushing off until later until eventaully it became the next day and it was too late for me to turn it in. That's kind of how my world worked. I took out my binders and papers, and yawned. I mean, maybe I should just take a nap. One nap. Ten minutes. Just a quick little rest to boost my energy. I laid back and let the calming voices of Niall, Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Harry put me to sleep. Now she's feeling so low, since she went solo, hole in the middle of my heart like a polo. I whispered the lyrics until I eventually fell asleep, which didn't take long.
Sometime during my nap, I had a kind of weird dream. Chelsea texted me while I was on my way to school, telling me that she transfered to a different school. I thought it was a joke and didn't say anything about it. Throughout the rest of the day, I was alone. People were there, but no one talked to me. Sam and her friends hated me even more than before, and now I didn't have anyone on my side. I felt like crying.
I woke up and sat up quickly, running a hand through my hair. I could feel my heart actually hurting from the words that they had said to me. Although it was a dream, I felt like crying. It hurt so much. Just the feeling of knowing that no one was there for me, no one stuck up for me. I sound stupid, feeling bad about myself. But you never really know how it feels until you actually experience it. People you don't even know harshly bumping past you, more strangers giving you dirty looks, people I used to be so close to barely ever talking to me. If I tell anyone, they apologize and say if they'd known they would have said something. That's the funny part, though. They did know. Whether someone said it, or whether they saw it with their own eyes. Even if they felt bad, they put it in the back of their head instead of saying something. It's as if me knowing that they "would have helped" was supposed to miracilously fix everything, even though they knew it wasn't going to. I realized I had been sitting there for a few minutes and moved, hearing the sound of crumbling paper. My eyes glance to the window parallel to my bed, and I see it's actually starting to get dark out. I shivered and pull the sleeve of my sweater down. It's one of those things about myself that I don't really udnerstand. When my sleeves were rolled up, I was in a good or okay good. When I pulled them down, I was upset or sad abotu something. Most of the time, I don't even realize I'm doing it, but I started catching on to the fact that I actually did that according to my mood. It could be freezing, and my sleeves would be rolled up because I can't stand them. It's really wierd.
I get a blanket and get back on the bed, getting my laptop and clearing my bed of the homework that was yet to be done. I opened it and clicked on the camera, just so I could see what I looked like. I scrunched my face up at my reflection. My hair was in a really messy bun, not the cute messy bun, the bun that looked like I just got ran over, survived, then got in a fight. My face looked like I just woke up, which I did. Overall, i didn't look exactly pretty. At all. I logged on to facebook and saw a bunch of statuses from people I knew. They were in three categories;
Category One (As I like to call them) SingleSluts;
"Single, hmu." "Tired of the single life.." "In a cuddling mood<3" "Just broke up, who needs a man, not me!" That type of thing.
Category Two; Lovey Dovey People;
"Cant imagine my life without him<3" (just met yesterday) "With the boyfriend!<3" (no one cares) "*insert long paragraph about why she's happy she's in a relationship*" (no one cares)
Category Three; The NonLoveRelated Crew;
"Anyone get the homework?" "Worlds not gonna end, stfu." "So tired from my game/practice." "*insert bitch please status here*" "Going somewhere/Gettingsomething/doing something"
Then, out of nowhere, I got a friend request. Michael James. I had a few mutual friends with him, so he must know me. Or just came across my profile somehow. I clicked on the name and saw that he didn't have a picture of him as his profile picture. I looked through his pictures and knew that I knew this kid from somewhere. He was hot, I'll tell you that. With brown hair, kind of like Zayn's, but smaller and without the blonde streak. He was tan too. Not the orange Snooki type of tan, if you can picture that on a guy, but the hot kind of tan. And much more. It finally hit me who this boy was. My stomach flipped as I realized who it was. It was the guy from Chelsea's party.
If only I had known how much one little accept button could change my life.
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