This morning I didn't really need an annoying buzzing alarm to wake me up. I couldn't help but be awake all night. I'm so lost in my thoughts. These past couple of days seem like a dream. Since when is my life interesting?
Once Mitchie dropped me off last night, I haven't stopped thinking through this whole situation. Mitchie says she'll leave me alone in school, but would also have to avoid me and pretend that I don't exist for her precious "reputation." I don't feel like that is a good enough excuse. I'd rather be bothered by her all day than to just be ignored and nonexistent. This is a no win-win situation for me.
I sigh and roll over on my small twin bed. I see the bright, green digital numbers on my alarm clock. 5:30 AM. Ugh. Why do I do this to myself. I'm going to look like a zombie at school today. Even more of a reason for Mitchie to avoid me.
I honestly don't think I should bury myself deeper into this with her. It's moving too fast for my liking and too much out of my comfort zone. I don't want to get hurt...
I just have a bad idea about all of this. I feel my heart dropping with the thought of telling Mitchie this. I know she'll protest. But I can't let this go further. I can't let myself lose sight of school either. I want to go to college. I want to get out of this house and live in a dorm. Make new friends. Start anew. I can't do that with Mitchie being the most daring yet confusing distraction in front of me. I need to talk to her. I need to end this.
There goes the alarm. It's crazy how quick minutes go by while being all cuddled up and warm in bed. I really don't want to get up and face this day.
After a huge stretch and an obnoxiously loud yawn I get up and put together the most convenient outfit I see. A simple black t-shirt, a navy zip-up sweater, black leggings and a pair of black converse. After getting dressed and looking in the mirror, I can't help but laugh at myself. I legit look like I just got back from a drug binge. Oh well. Maybe some sunshine outside will wake me up. Or melt me. Nah I'm kidding.
As I walk out the door I see Mitchie staring at me from her car window. "Hey Russo, you look like shit. How about we ditch today?"
Maybe this is a good idea. If we're alone then maybe I can tell her how I'm feeling about us being a "thing" and how we really can't be.
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Unexpected Love
Teen FictionAlex is just trying to get through senior year but her school bully, Mitchie, is starting to show some different feelings towards her. Has she always felt this way towards Alex? Will Alex give in to Mitchie's sudden affection?
