STORY 1
Ivy James loved being top of the school; she could click her fingers and get anyone to fulfill whatever her heart desired. She was happy enough with her equal, top jock, bad boy boyfriend, and there was nobody that could bring them down. Apa...
A soft buzzing slowly dragged me out of sleep. I honestly had no idea what time of day it was. Sitting up and rubbing away the sleep from my eyes I realise that the buzzing was my phone going off and before long I was filled heavily with dread as to what those messages were going to say.
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I quickly sit up and cross my legs on my bed, running my hands through my knotted hair.
How the fuck does he know? I guess someone saw us together and gathered that we hooked up. Why the fuck didn't they help me then? Jesus they all knew that Layton had- well, they thought that we had...Shit shit shit.
I felt my face scrunch up in repulsion.
I didn't know how I was going to handle the situation with my friends and Jayden but I guess it doesn't matter now.
Knocking softly, my dad entered my room, his eyes travelled across my face and I guess he saw the distress I was in as he came and sat next to me on my double bed. I moved away slightly. We sat in silence and I observed my room, the white pristine walls, littered with photographs of my friends at school dances, cheerleading competitions, at the mall.
Layton was in some of these pictures too.
Fuck.
I considered him a friend.
I feel so embarrassed.
I looked across from where I sat cross-legged and watched myself in the mirror.
I was still in the sweat pants and jumper lotta gave me at the hospital. My thick hair was a mess, thrown into a half falling out braid travelling down my back and my eyes looked hollow, the brown in them didn't shine as they had 24 hours ago.
I felt sick looking at myself.
And for the first time in my life, I hated what I saw.
"Ivy, your mother and I were thinking about how it might help you not to tell people about what happened."
I looked at him, he looked older, his eyes kinder than I'd seen before.
"Why?" I asked, I wasn't going to anyway but I immediately feel defensive.
