Chapter 2
If I remember correctly, Diana was quite taken with me when we first met, despite the puffy cheeks, red eyes, and slightly dirty workout clothes. She was so completely sweet to me. When I met Isaac on the other hand.... You could see in his face he knew who I was, and he didn't like me the least bit. My reputation was lower than mud and if any of it was true than I sure as hell was too. Zac was bouncing around somewhere and the littler kids were scattered like seed. It was such a large family. I wouldn't survive for a minute in it, I'm used to attention.
"Do you need to use the phone to call your mom and tell her your here?", Tay asked sweetly, kind of acting nervous now that we were around his family. His hands were in his pockets and he was slightly antsy. His mother was around afterall.
"Uh, yeah, I do. My mom might flip a dial. Hehe.", I said smiling and laughing a bit. He smiled at me and led me to his room to use his phone. Then he said he had to go tell his mother something, and left me to call my mom. I sat down on what he said was his bed and stared at the phone a minute. I really didn't want to call my mom, I didn't want to call anyone. I held the cordless phone in my hand and laid back on Tay's bed. It was extremely soft and it smelled like detergent, soap, and apple shampoo. I got up and walked to his mirror to get a look at myself. Ugh, I looked absolutely horrible. My eyes were red, my cheeks extremely puffy, and my hair was so awful looking. Then I looked at what I was wearing, Ohmigod I must have looked like a slut! I was in spandex leggings with shorts over them and a sports bra! I looked horrible. My bag was in Taylor's car so its not like I could change or anything. God, I looked so horrible.
As if he heard the distress going through my head, he came in the room. He looked at me and he could probably see the distress running through every pore in my body. I was just so completely wigged over something as vain as my appearence. He looked so warm and lifeful and aloof. I just wished I could be like that.
"What's the matter?", he asked advancing on me, and pulling me into another hug. I wrapped my arms around his frame and pressed him against me tightly. He had been so sweet to me, and I couldn't even look decent in his house. I breathed him in, he smelled like his bed had. Detergent, soap, and apple shampoo,except it was a lot stronger on him and smelled a lot better.
"Look at me. I look like a corner whore or anything. I'm prancing around in my workout clothes!", I said, getting close to crying. I felt horrible, his mom must think I'm some pedafile or something. He smoothed down some of my hair with his hand and hugged me a little tighter.
"Sh, its okay. It's just clothes. Here, You can borrow a shirt or something if it bothers you that much.", he said pulling me back and looking me in the eyes. I smiled at him, and frowned at myself. I can't believe I was being this vain. After learning the cost of popularity which was just this big organization set on vanity I still worried what I looked like. He went into his closet momentarily and brought out a maroon hooded shirt. I put it on over my sports bra and smiled at him once again. It was a slight big on me but, I looked better than I did a moment before, so it would most certainly do.
"Can I borrow your brush? I don't have lice or anything, I promise.", I asked so sweetly. I couldn't believe how vain I was being, but I liked looking good. It sure beat looking bad. He handed me his brush and I struggled through my long brown hair. He watched me as I did this, standing only about a foot away and he looked at me through the mirror with curiousity. I don't know what was so curious about me brushing my hair. He himself had long hair so it shouldn't have matter much.
"You know, its time for dinner. We set an extra place for you, so you can like join us and stuff.", he said, getting a shy streak in him. He looked cute, cause he caught me watching him watching me. He nervously put some of his silky hair behind his ear and his hands in his back pockets. He looked so adorable at that moment.
"I'd like that.", I said walking down the stairs with him. I probably would have held his hand if I had been thinking very straight at that moment, but of course I wasn't so it didn't matter. I hadn't eaten with an actual family in a long time. I ate with friends or ate alone in my room, my family was always doing something when I got home so we usually didn't sit down and eat with each other. I sat where Taylor showed me to sit and everyone congregated around the table. We held hand and did prayer and then the table came alive with conversation. It was really nice.
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"That was really nice Taylor. I can't thank you enough. I might have just gone home and slit my wrists if it wasn't for you. Things have been so awful lately. Even though Nick graduated, I'm still deemed school slut, just cause I broke up with him. Popularity's a bitch, I have no friends now, I get the nastiest meanest remarks from people I don't even know, god, its awful Tay. It's absolutely awful, and I'm just a junior!", I cried in the car. He looked at me a minute, and I'm sure realization swept over him of who I really was, and he wrapped me in another hug, though this one wasn't as kind and innocent as the rest. This one was colder and more withdrawn.
more coming soon!