bedside table, two hours before I had to get up.
“Ugh,” I covered my head with a pillow and tried to force myself back to sleep. After thirty minutes I decided it was pointless and I slid out of bed.
I turned the knobs on the tub until I got a temperature I was satisfied with and rummaged through the medicine cabinet for a solution to the pounding at my temples. After taking the last two Advil in the bottle I paced back to my room and searched through my closet for something to wear to school.
I placed a pair of jeans and a tank top perfectly folded on the end of my bed and grabbed a towel from the cupboard and headed back to the bathroom. I shivered in the cold air before quickly jumping in the mountain of bubbles. I slid into the warm water and let it wash over me, letting it erase the tension in my muscles. I waited until the water was unbearably cold before I stepped out and wrapped a towel tightly around myself.
I still had an hour to kill before my alarm would go off and thirty minutes after that to get ready. I pulled the light blue tee over my head and fastened the button on my jeans as slow as possible, making sure to waste a few extra minutes. I went back into the bathroom and blew out my hair—something I never did and then smoothed it out with a flat iron until it was bone straight.
I stared at myself in the mirror, eyeing the dark circles I had acquired from a sleepless night. I applied a thin coat of concealer under my eyes and a hint of color to my cheeks—then I stopped myself. What are you doing? I eyed myself suspiciously. I wore very little makeup, except for the rare occasion of something formal.
I realized I was making myself up for Kane—something I never did for any boy. If he couldn’t accept me for the sweat pant wearing, no makeup type of girl I am than he didn’t deserve me, but I wanted to look good for him— whether he noticed or not.
I pushed the internal argument out of my mind and went downstairs to fix a bowl of cereal. I stood at the sink stirring the milk around the hard cereal letting it become soggy. I felt butterflies today—I was anxious and ready to crawl out of my skin. I had never been so eager to get to school before.
A ll I needed was a glimpse of him to ease the conflict between my rational brain and the stupid hormones that were trying to trick me into thinking I felt something that I didn’t or maybe I was trying to convince myself that I didn’t feel anything. It was inevitable now, how could I trick myself into thinking I didn’t like him. Maybe because after sixteen years someone was actually paying attention to me and I liked the attention more than I should have.
Chapter Five
The Lunch Date
I hurried to the campus ignoring speed limits and stop signs, I was a woman on a mission and such things only stood in my way. I eyed a car coming to a stop at an intersection and gunned it until I could see Emporia through a mass of trees. The parking lot was nearly empty, only a few cars were parked close to the cafeteria door.
I sat in my car for a few moments to collect myself, knowing me like I do, everything would come out in a blur—as one big run on sentence. I knew I had to confront him about everything that had gone on in the last few days, but where would I start? Would he even tell me the truth?
The shiny,
“Ugh,” I covered my head with a pillow and tried to force myself back to sleep. After thirty minutes I decided it was pointless and I slid out of bed.
I turned the knobs on the tub until I got a temperature I was satisfied with and rummaged through the medicine cabinet for a solution to the pounding at my temples. After taking the last two Advil in the bottle I paced back to my room and searched through my closet for something to wear to school.
I placed a pair of jeans and a tank top perfectly folded on the end of my bed and grabbed a towel from the cupboard and headed back to the bathroom. I shivered in the cold air before quickly jumping in the mountain of bubbles. I slid into the warm water and let it wash over me, letting it erase the tension in my muscles. I waited until the water was unbearably cold before I stepped out and wrapped a towel tightly around myself.
I still had an hour to kill before my alarm would go off and thirty minutes after that to get ready. I pulled the light blue tee over my head and fastened the button on my jeans as slow as possible, making sure to waste a few extra minutes. I went back into the bathroom and blew out my hair—something I never did and then smoothed it out with a flat iron until it was bone straight.
I stared at myself in the mirror, eyeing the dark circles I had acquired from a sleepless night. I applied a thin coat of concealer under my eyes and a hint of color to my cheeks—then I stopped myself. What are you doing? I eyed myself suspiciously. I wore very little makeup, except for the rare occasion of something formal.
I realized I was making myself up for Kane—something I never did for any boy. If he couldn’t accept me for the sweat pant wearing, no makeup type of girl I am than he didn’t deserve me, but I wanted to look good for him— whether he noticed or not.
I pushed the internal argument out of my mind and went downstairs to fix a bowl of cereal. I stood at the sink stirring the milk around the hard cereal letting it become soggy. I felt butterflies today—I was anxious and ready to crawl out of my skin. I had never been so eager to get to school before.
A ll I needed was a glimpse of him to ease the conflict between my rational brain and the stupid hormones that were trying to trick me into thinking I felt something that I didn’t or maybe I was trying to convince myself that I didn’t feel anything. It was inevitable now, how could I trick myself into thinking I didn’t like him. Maybe because after sixteen years someone was actually paying attention to me and I liked the attention more than I should have.
Chapter Five
The Lunch Date
I hurried to the campus ignoring speed limits and stop signs, I was a woman on a mission and such things only stood in my way. I eyed a car coming to a stop at an intersection and gunned it until I could see Emporia through a mass of trees. The parking lot was nearly empty, only a few cars were parked close to the cafeteria door.
I sat in my car for a few moments to collect myself, knowing me like I do, everything would come out in a blur—as one big run on sentence. I knew I had to confront him about everything that had gone on in the last few days, but where would I start? Would he even tell me the truth?
The shiny,
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