Oh gosh, I'm so happy you guys don't hate me for what I did there!
I know, I know, Hazel and Erick need to happen - they just need to. But she's definitely not ready yet, so I'm sorry!
But believe me - when what happens, happens? Well, I think it'll be well worth the wait. There's still a ton of dramatic stuff to come up!
In other news, class is starting back up again. :( I don't know how that'll affect my uploading, but I'll try to stay as consistent as possible! It may result in putting one of my stories on hold...but I'm not sure yet. We'll cross that bridge when it comes!
Thanks, loads, for all your support! Comments are fantastically appreciated :)
-jennaxxx
Chapter Thirty-Three
My alarm buzzed that morning for at least fifteen minutes before I turned it off. Yeah, that’s right. Fifteen.
I think the universe is smiting me.
Groaning, I slammed my hand against my alarm, silencing it immediately. For the past fifteen minutes, I went over how much life sucks. The list is fantastic, really.
1. My Dad is still in Vegas. So I’m all alone. Again.
2. I didn’t take a shower before going to bed last night, so now I have to take a morning shower, and I hate those. Not to mention, I’m still sticky from beer dribbling.
3. My feet are absolutely killing me.
4. I left my jacket at Jane’s house, so I’m going to school cold today.
5. And I’m probably going to be even colder, since Erick probably won’t want to drive me ever again. You know, since I kissed him.
There you have it! Five fantastic reasons life sucks.
Don’t forget my Mom’s dead, my Dad’s never around, and I kissed him!
Just as I started feeling sorry for myself, I stopped and writhed in bed for a moment, kicking my legs crazily while letting out a frustrated groan. Since when am I so damn insecure?! I used to be on top of the world, having the time of my life! No one could bring me down – not idiots like Dustin Trent, much less Erick! So why was I so worried? Why was I so anxious for school that day?
Because I messed up. I messed up badly. It was that stupid photo album! Why oh why did my Mom take so many embarrassing pictures of me as a kid? Usually, I wouldn’t have it any other way, but for fuck’s sake – I kissed him!
‘Messed up’ isn’t even the proper phrase for it. I fucked up. I fucked up badly. Yeah, that sounded about right. I mean – just as I’d begun to break the ice with Erick, I go and do something stupid like that.
Oh god! He was on my floor! I practically ambushed him while he was sprawled out on my living room floor! What the hell’s the matter with me?!
Stop that! Stupid brain! Stop feeling bad! You did nothing wrong – it was equally his fault, if not more – so just stop it!
I pulled myself out of bed and towards my bathroom. A shower would do me good, I thought. A shower would clear my mind.
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