Chapter 2
Samantha
I woke up to my phone's annoying alarm. I got up and turned it off. I sat on my bed for 4 minuets before I heard my brother's voice yelling at me to wake up. I went in to the bathroom . I got under the hot water. I let it go through my hair and clean it from any stuff in it. I wished it would go through my heart and clean it from all the pain. I went out to my closest to decide what to wear. I chose a normal knee-length black skirt, a pink off-shoulders blouse , along with my pink sneakers. I tied my hair up in a ponytail. My hair is black just like my father's. I had it dyed from the bottom with a spark purple color.
I went downstairs into the kitchen. To find Caleb siting to the table his sandwich in front of him and his eyes are looking into his phone.
"Morning!" I said as I entered.He didn't even look at me. Well, I am used to it. I went to get some coffee. I sat to the table opposite from him. He looked at his phone and laughed so loudly. I looked at him with an angry look. He didn't give a shit about me. What a jerk?! I checked my phone and found that my best friend Lora has texted me. She was asking about how was I doing. She was the biggest supporter to me right after dad's death. She is such a good and faithful friend. We have known each other since being a freshman. And Now and finally I am a senior. I wasn't happy neither sad. I was just blank.
We got up to drive to school. I had a car. It was a jet black dodge. My mom bought it to me on my 18th birthday. My father was already dead then. Caleb never liked me to give him a ride so instead he calls his asshole friends. They arrived in a big white jeep. It was Mark's. Mark Collins that rich boy I once and never wanted to again crush on him. He is a dick! Last year, he fucked 24 girls in one term! I hated seeing my brother with him.
"Hey sweetheart, Wanna a ride?" Mark asked as I was going to my car.
"No , thanks . I am on my own." I said hoping he won't ask again. I can not
admit that there is still a part of me that still likes that guy. But, I guess it is fading.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro