His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016

I Wouldn't Let You

I'm not usually a stereotypical girl. I try to stay away from those kinds of things. Except now: I haven't left my room in three days and my bed is littered with candy wrappers, pizza boxes, and ice cream cartons. Netflix is playing on my laptop and my hair is unwashed in a messy bun.

I haven't attended school in multiple days and I have ignored all the phone calls at all costs. Drake has tried to call me and has left a couple of messages. Steven hasn't even called to make sure I'm okay and if I'm being honest, it hurts. The fact that mistake can ruin our friendship that we have spent years on top of years building.

"Honey. Will you please go out and do something? Maybe go afterschool and get your missed work," my mother tried to convince me. She was sitting at the end of my bed but I ignored her and kept my eyes trailed on the laptop. She is worried about me and I feel horrible because I don't want her to feel bad because of me but if I told her what happened, she would most likely disown me.

"No."

She sighed and continued to rub her hand up and down my leg. She had that little sad smile on her face. The one that says, I'm worried about you and I'm sad that you won't tell me what's wrong but I'm going to smile in hopes that you will be happier.

I hate to break it to you mom, but it isn't working.

"Just go get your work. I emailed your teachers and they have it all together for you. All you have to do is walk in and get them."

I groaned when my keys hit my stomach after she threw them at me.

"I don't want to mom. Just leave it please. I'll get them when I go back," I tell her but managed to roll my eyes.

"Why don't you want to go to school? You've never been like this. You always look forward to going to school. Did something happen?" she asked. "Are you being bullied?" she gasped at me.

"No, mom chill. I'm not being bullied. Something happened but I don't really want to talk about it. I'll go get my work if you'll leave me alone about it," I bartered with her.

"Fine but just make sure that you get it done before you go back. I love you sweetheart but I really wish that you would talk to me."

I didn't respond to her. I'll do what she asks but if I don't want to talk about my personal she has to respect that.

She finally realized that I wasn't going to talk anymore so she retired from my room. If I was going to be showing my face to the real world, it needed to go through the shower first.

I stripped myself from my clothing and stepped into the steaming hot water. While at first I was dreading getting in the shower, now I wish I would have done it sooner. My whole body relaxed and I felt like I could breathe again.

I washed my face and my hair before rinsing off my body and turning off the water. I wrapped myself in a black towel and my hair in a smaller one. When I looked in the fogged up mirror I could already see that my face was beginning to break out. I don't know if it was from the stress, the junk food I have allowed myself to consume lately, or a mixture of both but it isn't helping my insecurity.

I wasn't like some girls sadly, and my face did break out if I was stressed or if I wasn't taking care of myself.

I put some lotion on my face and brushed my teeth. I blow dried my hair but I didn't do anything with it after that. I honestly didn't care a ton about my appearance right now. I was only going to be there for ten minutes at the most. I put on a thin layer of mascara and called it good.

When I walked out of my room I found a pair of black leggings and a grey sweatshirt that drowned my body inside of it. I slipped on my black and white Nike's and grabbed my lanyard that had my keys attached to it.