I hate the sound of my alarm. Its the most annoying part of my morning next to waking up my brother. But as of now waking myself up is a mission. I managed to get out of bed and into the bathroom. My reflection was not the prettiest. My eyes are all puffy and red and so was my face. Last night wasn't the best night. I hop in the shower and let the hot water melt away my thoughts.
-An Hour Later-
"ANDY WAKE THE HELL UP!! IM GOING TO BE LATE!!" I yell at my brother.
In reality, I'm not going to be late. its just something I tell him so he'll wake up.
"Fine fine. I'm up." he declares groggily
"5 minutes ."
I go downstairs to put my running shoes on and grab my things. Its kind of ridiculous how much I have to carry around. My normal backpack, a drawstring bag full of extra clothes, my binder and my sax. I'm in marching band and we have rehearsal on Thursdays which blows but its all worth it. Andy comes down the stairs with a t-shirt I'm pretty sure hasn't been washed in a week and some shorts.
"BYE BABY!!! IM GOING TO MISS YOUUU!!" I say in a baby voice to my little dog. She is the light of my life. You don't understand how in love I am with her. We walk outside and get in my brothers old red 95 Honda Civic.
When I click my seatbelt, Andy looks at my face and asks "Are you ok?"
"Uh yeah Im fine. Why?"
"Your eyes. You were crying weren't you?"
"No..."
"Was it Oliver?"
"..."
"What did he do?"
"Can we please just get going? Im seriously going to be late for band..."
We drove the rest of the way in silence.
-After Band-
"LAUR!!!!!"
I hear someone calling, well more like screaming my name, but I immediately know who it is.
"Oliver." I say
"Babe, can we talk please?" he begs quietly
"I have math."
I actually hate math but I'm willing to get there early and suffer and extra 5 minutes of Mr. Alvarez just to avoid this conversation.
"Since when did you start liking math?"
"Since when did you start lying to me?" I stopped when the words left my mouth. I was standing in front of him with my back facing him. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Babe...."
"I have math." I say as I shake his hand off my shoulder and walk away.
-During Lunch-
"HEY WIFEY!!"
I know who that is. My best friend Amber. She is the bestest friend a girl could ever have.
"Hey wifey!"
"I was meaning to ask you, whats wrong?"
"Huh?"
"Don't bulls**t me Lauren."
"Nothing! I swear!!"
"Lauren Beatrice Tellez. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me."
I was going to open my mouth when I saw Oliver walking towards us. I grabbed Amber's hand and ran into the bathroom.
"Ok what is going on Lauren!!!!"
I look at Amber and start crying without a seconds notice.
"What?! WHATS GOING ON?!"
"Something happened with Oliver..."
"What did he do?" Her voice changed. It wasnt warm anymore. It was ice cold.
"He lied to me."
-Before Jazz-
I was walking to jazz with Brianna one of my best friends when I see Oliver standing by the door. I forgot he was in jazz 2. There are different levels of jazz at this school. 1-4. 1 being the best 4 being freshmen and sophomores who were ready such as myself. But not the point. Why can't he just leave me alone?
"What do you want Oliver?"
I sensed Brianna was a little awkward and walked into the choir room where we were going to be for the day.
"Babe, come on. Im sorry for what I did. I know it was a mistake."
"Then why did you do it?"
"I, I dont know. I guess it was just an impulsive mistake."
"You promised you were going to do it again. Or talk to her again."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't give me that Oliver."
I saw him flinch when I said his name. I never call him by his name. Only when Im seriously upset.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"SEE HERE YOU ARE LYING TO ME AGAIN!"
"Ok so you clearly know about Emily...."
"Yeah I know."
I looked inside the choir room and around us and notice that people were staring at us.
"Im not doing this right now." I walked inside the band room to get my sax and went into the choir room.
