Her Mistake

Chapter 1

            I woke up in a sweat. A vivid nightmare had cost me of my sleep, once again. After a few moments, I caught my breathe and steadied myself. I focused my attention on my senses. Where I was, what I could see, what I could smell, what I could hear, and what I could touch. After somewhat calming my nerves, I reached over for my phone on my nightstand. 5:23 a.m. I only had seven minutes until I had to wake up for the day. I figured it wasn't worth it to go back to sleep, even considering how awfully tired I was. I laid in bed for a second, replaying the dream in my head.

I had the same dream almost daily, always weekly. The dream was of me running through the woods, trying to go as fast as I could, but barely surpassing any distance. I was being chased by multiple hooded figures, of course running faster then what I could achieve. The dream always consisted of yelling, screaming, and finally one or more of the hooded figures catching up to me and pushing me to the ground. That's when I always wake up. 

Last night was different though, I had almost the exact dream, like I usually do, but the details were different. The figures weren't hooded and faceless like they were in the past. They had faces. Unrecognizable, but obvious facial features stood out. A nose, cheekbones, lips, and the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen, perfectly explicit, I could have identified them from a mile away. I didn't know the people chasing me, I just knew they had an identity.

I sighed. I knew that this was going to be a reoccurring thing, although I'm still not confident enough to talk to my mom about it. I knew she would want me to go see a therapist, and I already knew that it would be blown way out of proportion, which was obviously not needed. 

I rolled out of bed, cautious enough to not step on my dog, Jasper, laying in his bed besides mine. 

I unlocked my phone and turned off my alarm for today, considering I was already awake. I stumbled over to my closet, still half asleep, and reached for my first day of school outfit. An off-the-shoulder black ribbed top with a baby pink button-down skirt, and my favorite necklace, a choker my sister had given me before she left four years ago.

I got dressed and went to the bathroom to wash up. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and put in my contacts. 

I went back into my room and started doing my makeup, putting on my summer playlist on spotify. Billie Eilish played over my bluetooth speaker that was sitting on my desk. 

I finished my makeup, only messing up once, and put on my black slip on vans. I headed downstairs, Jasper still asleep in my room, and grabbed a granola bar off the kitchen counter and took a bite out of it. I got my tea out of the fridge and put it in my bag, just as my phone buzzed with a text from Jordan.

I'm outside-make sure to bring your aux cord bc Max chewed up mine.

Jordan was my best guy friend, and Max was his one of may dogs. 

He has like, eight.

Jordan and I have been friends since elementary school, and he was a grade above me, making him a senior in high school. He gave me a ride every day to school, and since today was my first day of junior year, I was only a month away from getting my license. 

I walked out the door, making sure to grab my aux cord from off the kitchen counter. I opened the door to Jordan's car, hopping inside the passenger seat, chewing my granola bar. 

"Ah, thank you," he said, reaching for the aux cord in my hand, "Max got a hold of mine."

"Good morning to you too," I replied, closing the car door and putting on my seat belt, bag on my lap. I grabbed the aux cord out of his hand, to much of his dismay, and plugged it into my phone, continuing the Billie Eilish song I was listening to earlier. 

"All of your music is so depressing, you should listen to some good music once in awhile." Jordan said.

"What do you consider 'good music?'" I asked, almost laughing.

"You know, like Drake or Lil Pump, maybe even Chris Brown."

I rolled my eyes. "You already know I don't support Chris Brown, and Lil Pump is trash. I don't have anything against Drake though," 

"Okay, yeah I get that about Chris Brown, he may not be the best person, but his music is good," he replied convincingly. 

"Yeah, whatever." I muttered, pulling up Snapchat on my phone. I hadn't even had time to check it this morning. I had a few snaps, which I figured were just streaks. I opened Hunters snap first, seeing it was just his streaks. I sighed.

"Boy problems?" Jordan asked, noting my sigh. 

"In a way," I said hesitantly. 

Hunter was a boy I had met over snapchat this past summer. He was a grade above me, and I had seen him around school last year, but we had never talked. We became friends over summer, and even considering we had never talked in person, I considered him as one of my really good friends. 

And also, I had developed a tiny crush on him, but it was nothing serious. It was just one of those, "hey, I like talking to him" type of things. But hopefully this year we could have a class or lunch together, so we can finally talk in person.  Needless to say, I was slightly nervous seeing him today. 

Hunter played all kinds of sports, or at least he did last year. He ran track, played baseball and football, and I had heard he tried out for basketball but didn't make it.

Jordan pulled into the school parking lot, just as i flipped down the overhead mirror in the car. I wiped a smudged bit of mascara off of my eyelid and readjusted my hair, seeing Jordan look at me out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over. 

"What?" I asked, defensively.

He stared at me for a few seconds before laughing, "There's granola in your hair." He replied.

"Shit," I said, looking down and brushing crumbs from my breakfast out of my long brown hair, then glancing back at Jordan. "Is that it?"

"Yeah, your good." He said, looking me over, then flashing a grin towards me. 

"Okay," I said, glancing at the time on my phone. 6:48. "We better get going, it starts in 12 minutes and I still don't know where my homeroom is." 

"Who do you have?" Jordan asked, popping the door open. 

"McLynn,"

"Who the hell is that?" he asked, laughing. "This is my fourth year at this school and I've never even heard of him."

"I think she is new," I said, opening my door and stepping out of the car, eyeing the black convertible a few parking spaces down from us. I saw some guy sitting in the drivers seat, smoking what looked like weed. I rolled my eyes. "Wake and bake," I muttered to myself. 

"What did you say?" I heard Jordan call from the other side of the car. 

"Some kid's hot-boxing." I said, gesturing towards the convertible. 

Jordan looked up and started laughing. "Your surprised? That's Jackson."

"Jackson who?"

"Flynn," he said, looking over at me. He saw the confusion on my face. "The one who ditched so much last year he got kicked off of football."

"Oh, right," I said, acting like I knew what he was talking about. Even though I could only see part of him through the cloud of smoke, I could make out mainly the top portion of him. I didn't recognize him, but I instantly remembered those bright blue eyes.

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A/N

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~Chapter 2 coming soon~