Chapter Three
Fast forward to the first day of school
Erin's POV:
Just like every other kid out there, I sadly turn off my alarm after snoozing it four times. Right now, I have thirty mins to get ready for school.
Great. Just great.
I hurry out of bed and quickly stride into the bathroom. Twenty mins later, I look decent. I decide to wear a pair of ripped jeans, and a cute white cropped tee with the words "sweet thing" in bold red letters, along with my white converse. I leave my hair out, natural in its curls, and put on a bit of mascara and lip gloss, before grabbing my bag and heading downstairs.
When I get there, both Evan and Evelyn are already there, clearly dreading the morning. Both of them came late last night, because of an 'end of the summer' party and now have dark circles around their eyes from the lack of sleep.
"Um, hey. You guys look really tired." I state the obvious, in attempt to ease the awkward tension in the room.
"Yeah, no shit little sis. We came home at like three yesterday." Evan says with a loud groan.
"Well, maybe you should've kept track of time or something." I mumble back.
"Sorry Erin, we're not good kids. But honestly I regret it. That party was shit." Evelyn says, rolling her eyes, letting her head fall into her hands.
"Yeah, Lauren should not throw another party." Evan concludes, slamming his hand on the table.
I watch my siblings, struggle to eat their cereal, as I get up to put my bowl away. Both of them are the same, I don't get why I had to be in between them. Why couldn't they be twins? They're the exact same.
"Erin, do you know where mom put the Tylenol? I have the worst fucking headache! Ugh!" Evelyn screams, pressing two fingers to both her temples.
"Um, it's probably in the drawer by the cookie cabinet. That's where I saw it last." I say and she walks over, tripping over her own feet.
Usually we drive together to school, at least Evelyn drives. Evan uses his truck to drive to college. Today it seems like the driver will be me. I hop into the driver seat, waiting for her to to come and we drive off.
I meet up with Reagan and Avery by the stairs at the side of the building that are barely used, and we all walk to student services to get our schedules and locker combinations.
Seems like I only have English with Reagan first period, chemistry with Avery third period, and lunch with both of them fourth period. So that means I'm going to be a loner in second and fifth period.
Life's just great.
The bell rings, and Reagan and I walk up to the third floor to our English class.
The day goes by awfully slowly, and as the bell rings for lunch, I'm up and running towards the cafeteria with Avery to where Reagan must be waiting for us.
Once we get there, we notice she's saved a whole table for us. Well thanks Reagan.
We catch up on what happened, so far nothing interesting. Then Reagan brings up the boy from the fair.
"What happened to the nose piercing guy you guys met at the fair? Ever talked to him after that?" She asks, chewing on her food.
Honestly after the hey that Avery sent, I hadn't even opened the text, as I didn't want him to see that I left him on seen.
"Right, did he text you back?" Avery pipes in.
"Nope, neither. We just met at the fair, that was it. Did you guys really think we would talk after and become something?" I ask.
I look to both of them to notice they stay silent and look back at each other multiple times, telling me yes, they did think so.
"Ugh, you guys!" I groan in frustration at the stupidity of my best friends.
"How about you just say what's up or how's it going? I'm sure it wouldn't be so bad."Avery suggests.
"It sounds like I care about his well-being. Remember, he was some overconfident arrogant jerk; he doesn't need my kindness." And by the look on their faces and their eyes shooting open, I know they have an idea and I definitely won't get out of it when these two go crazy with it.
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I ended up saying "what's up?" to him, sounding like a sore loser, only because Reagan offered me three free trips to Taco Bell and I just couldn't resist. She also mentioned how I wouldn't remember the deal anymore because my face would be shoved in my phone because I would be texting him 24/7. Truly a dream.
It's been thirty mins since I texted him, and no response. Subconsciously, I keep looking down at my phone every two minutes and only figure out when Avery tells me to actually maintain a conversation with her before he takes up too much of my time. I tend to scoff at any of their comments regarding "him" or "nose piercing guy."
Later in the day, at home, I'm already doing chemistry homework, while on FaceTime with Avery who is doing it with me. I hear a beep, but brush it off, noting to respond to the text after I finish taking notes on the last paragraph on the page.
Talking to Avery, I forget and end up checking the text, three hours and 12 mins later. Surprised, I see it's from nose piercing boy, and I just stare at the words for a little too long, that Avery notices and magically knows what's up.
Nothing other than school and lectures I have to attend wbu
is all it says. Why does such simplicity tend to give me a shock attack?
Avery has to go eat dinner, so she makes me promise to her in ten different ways to tell her about it tomorrow, before she ends the line. I decide not to call Reagan, as she would be just as bad, and think to myself, debating whether I should text back or not.
Now that I've opened it, I have to, so I start moving my thumbs slowly across the keyboard on my screen, constantly pressing the backspace button, erasing everything I type. Struggling to make basic sentences, I finally come up with a short response and press send, watching it load across the top of my screen, until I can see the word sent.
I'm good, other than the fact that I hate school and have been doing hw for 3 hours now
And in seconds, my text is opened, causing read to show up under the text bubble. The three white dots also appear, so I hold my phone tightly with both hands, repositioning myself and blinking quickly, to make sure I don't miss the split second, in which the text comes through.