Chapter 25: Making a New Friend
I dreaded getting out of bed this morning. My eye lids were puffy and I was too tired to function. I was so tired that I banged my head into the wall missing the doorway from my bed room. I'm cranky and not in the mood to deal with any Emma bull crap today.
"Good morning." Trent said as I walked into the kitchen. I groaned in response. Everyone hates Mondays. I sat at the counter and ate my cereal Trent had gotten ready for me. "I don't know what I'll do if I don't live through this day." I said. "Someone's cranky." Trent muttered. "I'm just tired, okay?" I rolled my eyes. I put my dish in the sink and slugged back to my room.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I brushed my hair throwing it into a messy bun that I had to retry doing fifty times. Messy buns aren't as easy as it sounds. I brushed my teeth and popped a gum in my mouth. I wore my back pack over my shoulder. "Let's go." I said as I dragged my self down the stairs. My brother and I hopped in the car and began driving to school in silence. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone. Not even Drew. It's not like I had other friends to talk to anyways. I just came to the realization that nobody's likes me. I truly didn't have any friends, after Emma. Maybe that's just my mood talking. But it's true if you actually think about it. I didn't have anyone to talk to... I guess yeah, I could talk to Drews friends, but that's weird I don't know them well enough. And if I'm friends with all boys I'll be considered a slut.
"See you later." I said as Trent pulled into the parking lot. He kissed my cheek as I stepped out of the truck. I walked into school by my self with a straight face. I pushed through different crowds and made it to my locker.
"Hey shorty." Drew said as he wrapped his arms around me resting his chin on my shoulder. Should I let him stay there or should I shrug him off? I don't even know what to do with my life right now. I ignored him, I'm just in one of those weird moods. I unpacked my things into my locker. "What's up?" he said trying to continue the conversation. Should I answer? I mean I don't want to be rude. "Nothing, what's up with you?" I asked. "Eh nothing." He said kissing my neck. I smiled, "Drew stop, not in front of people." He shrugged. I didn't want him to stop, he knows that's my weakness, but he had too.
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I walked into the lunch room with my lunch in a paper bag. Another lonely day in the lunch room. I got used to it, I didn't really mind. It was kind of nice. I sat at the table all by my self. I calmly opened my lunch and took out my sandwhich. Drew took a seat next to me. He was followed by his friends, of course. I can't forget he's the ruler of the school. People tell me he's a sex god. "Hey." I smiled. I didn't mind his company. "Hey." He grinned.
"What's for lunch today? Mustard sandwich?" I heard Emma laugh. I can't help it. Living in a home with only a brother to take care of you is hard. This was all that was left in the fridge. I ignored her, maybe she'll leave me alone. "Poor thing, no wonder you can see her ribs." Emma teased. Her friends laughed. I stared at my sandwich, and put it down. I wasn't hungry anymore. I could feel my throat begin to sore, and I could feel the tears pounding at the back of my head. I sat there quietly minding my own bussiness. I could feel everyone staring at me. "I feel bad. Here, have my lunch." Emma said dumping her salad over my head. I sat there in shock. The ranch hung in my hair. I looked at Drew waiting for him to say something but he didnt.
I stood up from my seat, and walked out of the cafeteria. The hall monitor yelled at me to stop, but I didnt. I kept running, I ran to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I finally gave in and let the tears fall. "You're a loser. A total reject." I said to myself. I went into the stall and hung my face over the toilet. I could feel myself wanting to puke. Eventually I did, I had trouble breathing while it happened. Crying and puking was not a great combination.
I heard the bathroom door open. I flushed the toilet before anyone could see. I took deep breaths and tried to stop the tears so no one would notice. "Are you okay?" A girl asked. I didn't know who she was. Well I mean of course I didnt, the only person I've ever talked to was Drew. "Huh?" I asked. She chuckled.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"No you're not. I'm Alley. Don't worry, I'm not one of Emma's favorites either."
"How do you know she doesn't like me?"
"I saw what happened in the cafeteria."
"Oh." I murmered. Of course she did, everyone saw. "Hey it's okay. She doesn't like most people anyways." Alley said trying to make me feel better, although it didn't really help. I was still humiliated. "Thanks." I said anyways. "Do you want to come over after school?" She asked. I barely knew this girl, but she seemed nice, and I needed a friend anyways. "Uh sure, thanks again." I smiled.
"Let's get you a new shirt." Alley grabbed my arm. "I don't have another shirt." I told her. "That's okay. I have one in my locker for emergencies." Alley walked me to her locker, we had to sneak our way around the hall monitors, which I admit it was fun. Lunch ends in a few minutes. So I better change shirts before the hallways fill up. "Here you go." Alley offered. I quickly changed shirts in the hallway, I know I'm such a rebel. "What about my hair?" I asked. I can't go in class like this. No way. "I can't help you out on that one." She shrugged. The bell rang, and the hallways begin to fill with students.
"Thanks for everything."
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New character! I was getting tired of her not having a friend. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in two months. I've been busy with school and sports. I'll be updating a lot more! Thanks loves.
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Next Update: maybe next week
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