School started two days ago and lemme tell you: senior year sucks.
A lot of people in school know me as the "girl who's friends with famous people but doesn't want to be famous"
Like I hate it! My friends I had in junior year all want something from me except the few friends I still have. Which is Paige, Nevaeh, Sage and Sarah.
I also have a few guy friends cause they don't really care who the hell I talk to except one friend of mine named Conor. He's basically my gay best friend... Everyone needs a gay best firmed in their life like let's be real here. He's the one I always go to for fashion advice the one who goes candle shopping with me and the one who helps me with boy problems. Again, great friend.
Right now I was in History class. Being bored. The only classes I ever pay attention in are the ones I need for college. So AP biology, art, band, and lunch and free period of course.
I had fairly good teachers my favorite is my art teacher. She's amazing and so incredibly nice.
I haven't talked to Dylan as much lately. He's been working and I've been doing school. We only talk at night and normally one of us is too tired to keep our conversation going. But we manage to get by.
That's what I'm afraid of though...
What if we keep only talking like this... What if we just grow apart... What if we do keep talking but it effects our friendship?
I kept replying what ifs in my mind butting my lip from doing anything stupid like crying or screaming.
My thoughts were interrupted by someone placing a hand in my shoulder. I flinched moving down in my seat and looking up at my history teacher.
He looked shocked and confused "come see me after class" was all he said before he went on with the lesson. I sighed slouching in my seat and the bell rang shortly after.
"Miss Serenity... Have you had any experience with abuse in your lifetime?"
I stood shocked by his question but he pointed down to my wrists where they were still slightly marked from comic con. Also the fact of me wincing when he placed a hand on my shoulder I can see where he's coming from.
"I mean I was sexually harassed over the summer and nearly chocked out by a crazed fangirl " I said sarcastically "...twice" I raised my eyebrows for effect giving off a slight smile and nodding my head
"But I'm alright... I was just in deep thought" I looked down "just apart of being a teenager I guess"
He gave me an apologetic look
"What were you thinking about to make you react that way?"
I sighed "with all do respect sir, but you're not my therapist or guidance counselor" he nodded
"Fair enough... But since you said that I will be scheduling a session with the guidance counselor for next week" I nodded "fair enough"
He nodded as well "alright. You're free to leave" I nodded walking out of the classroom and out of school. Thank god it was my last class for he day.
I hopped into my baby blue jeep driving home as I jammed out to Melanie Martinez.
I opened to door to my apartment. I was off work today for some extra college class time except when I walked through my door I knew that wasn't going to happen anymore.
I walked in slowly. The apartment was a mess. My mom sat on the couch...she was a mess too.
"Mom?" I chocked out
"Sweetheart! Sweetheart I'm sorry I couldn't stop them I couldn't do anything they just they came in and-"
"Who mom who came in?"
"These these guys with masks they came in and and... Iris... They stole the money.. They stole the money in the jar... Honey... The stole the college money"
And with that I felt my body go weak and my chest tighten. I felt the walls closing in and my entire world crash down. I looked around at our broken home, our broken family, my broken heart that was just now starting to heal break again. I could feel the stitches come loose and the blood run free. I could feel everything inside all hope I had left break into tiny pieces.
I let out a sob as I fell to my nears tangling my hair in my hands and crying. I cried until no more water came out. And even then I just sat in the corner with my knees held to my chest. The police investigated and asked my mom questions. They left me some because they knew I didn't see anything. I just sat there. Like everything inside me shut down and I couldn't do anything anymore.
My phone began going off and I didn't have to look at the color ID to know it was Dylan.
"Dylan I can't... I can't talk... I'm sorry Dylan but I can't... I just can't.. I can't I'm sorry I love you but I can't I'm sorry"
"Iris wait no wh-"
I hung up before he could finish. And I fell asleep there.. Crying myself to sleep in the corner.
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"Honey wake up. We need to talk about this. Come on get up"
I opened one eye slowly to see my mom. We both looked horrible. Tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes, messy hair.
"I can't" I whispered "i cant" I kept saying it over and over again
"Take this" my mom handed me pills and water. I sighed taking them and drinking the water.
"Now come on"
She pulled me up out of the corner and to my room. "Get some rest" I nodded. "I have to go do stuff ok. We'll find out who took the money, we'll get you into college ok? I promise. I promise I will do anything for you. I want what's best for you. Now just go to sleep"
I nodded at her but frowned... I could tell this was effecting her. But she could tell it was effecting me.
She kissed me on the forehead then left and I fell back into a deep sleep
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"Iris. Iris! Iris. Iris wake up. Wake up Iris please wake up"
I opened one eye
"Dylan? What the fuck?"
"Oh my god" he breathe out and wrapped his arms around me. "You weren't answering me and when I called you you sounded like you were crying and we have barley been talking and I just needed to see you and so I flew out here and got a taxi and just came here and you sleeping and at first I thought you were dead but I heard your heartbeat but you scared the shit out of me and god I love you so much and oh my god"
He talked without taking a breath. I sat up hugging him. "I'm ok Dylan it's ok"
We sat there for what seemed like forever hugging and not saying anything.
"What happened?" He finally asked looking into my eyes. I sighed.
"We got robbed... My mom had this jar and it was my college money... It was money we had been saving up for me to go but...we got robbed and they took it and now I can't go to CalArts or UCLA I can't afford to live in LA anymore. Dylan I can't be with you. I can't be there."
I began crying again. Dylan was shocked but he was there for me. "Shhh it's ok it's ok"
"I don't care where you are. I will not loose you. You'll always have me. Ok? And you've still got me. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not loosing you"
"I love you"
I looked up at him "I love you too"
We sat there again in complete silence holding each other like no one could ever separate us. We sat there with each other, just us and nothing stopping us. No school no photo shoots no crazed fans no Dylan Tyler or Shelly. No director wanting to take him away. It was just us. Us against everything and somehow we manage to make it. I manage to make it because of him. Him.