Societies Misfits (Completed)

Chapter Three

Dreams, they're weird things huh. You're in your own world when you're dreaming. Your mind conjures up a story while you sleep. Like a silent movie almost. I have these recurring dreams of a home invasion. Ever since I was very young I would have these in-depth almost lifelike dreams. There would be a guy in a black cloak and he would enter my house with a gun in hand and would proceed to shoot my mother in her chest, and then he would come up behind me and before he would do anything to me I usually would wake up. But tonight I didn't. He comes behind me grabs me by my throat while Cassandra watches smiling and they both throw me in a white dingy van.

I wake up in a hot sweat gasping for air. My room is awfully cold. My window isn't even open and I have my heater on full blast but it feels like I've slept in the freezer all night. My room lights up will a white tint and for a second I think I have just died but I turn on my side and see my phone has lite up with a notification from Clair.

"Happy birthday eve b***h," she says with like ten million emojis

"Why thank you" I message back and put my phone on airplane mode so I don't get any more notifications

It's only six in the morning but it feels like much later than. Early spring in Crestwood is very unusual. It still feels like winter the only difference is the sunset sets a little later and the sunrise rises a little later also. I usually wake up around 7:15 on a good day but when I have these dreams I can never fall asleep afterwards. It's almost like my brain is on high alert all the time. Like I'm expecting to walk downstairs and see the masked man waiting for me. I enter my bathroom and keep the lights off as I do my business. I hate peeing with the lights on at night, Because I have to see my face without makeup and let me just tell you it isn't pretty. For some girls, they don't need makeup. I may seem confidence on both the inside and outside but I guess over the years I've put up a wall. The school me. The semi-popular mean girl who everyone wants to invite to parties and everyone wants to sit next to in class. The homegirl Scared inside, lonely and totally imperfect.

I have Cassandra buy grape flavored star shaped soap. It's been my favorite since I could remember. I love washing my hands while smelling the fresh scent of grapes. I take out my sleep earrings which are grey studs, and once I turn on the light while facing down so I can barely see my reflection I head into the shower. I turn the hot water on the highest setting so the mirror fogs up with steam and I hop in my double door shower. I'm the type of person that could just have my back turned and let the hot water softly roll down my back all day.

I have these weird thoughts when I shower sometimes. Like it's almost like they come to me when I'm really calm and relaxed. Like when you are trying to fall asleep, you have to pretend to sleep in order to actually sleep. I mean think about it. You're lying there in a dark quiet room with your eyes closed waiting for your body to almost turn off in a way. It's very odd to think about just lying there with your eyes closed while you slowly drift off into a peaceful state of sleep.

I step out of the shower after my skin is all red looking and cover myself with a towel while I run to my bed which I've set out my outfit last night for school Which is a black lace dress with my white converse high tops.

Applying makeup is actually hard. I once hired a makeup artist to do my makeup every morning for school but she never did my makeup right. She would always put too little maracas or too much foundation. I decide to go with a nude colored lipstick, natural looking colored eyeshadow and some highlighter to finish it off.

My room is right next to my mom's bedroom so it's pretty easy for me to steal/borrow her stuff when she's downstairs without her seeing me. I tiptoe into the hallway and knock on her door. Not sure if she has left for work yet.

"Mom are you up?" I say while Leaning against the door to hear for any response.

She probably has left already I think to myself as I enter her bedroom. Her room is a lot bigger than mine. Mom loves flowers. She gets Cassandra to replace her flowers on her bedside table every day. Her bed is made with her beautifully soft floral design blankets that mom bought from some expensive linen store. I run over to her dresser where she keeps most of her jewelry and rummages through her neatly organized earrings section which are all pinned to a corkboard.

"Found them" I saying to myself as I pick out her diamond incrested earrings that she recently bought for one of these work events but haven't used them since. I turn to the mirror and see how they look.

"Perfect" I mentally say to myself and walk downstairs for a quick snack.

I hear a car horn honk outside and I walk over to the window to see who would be making so much noise this early.

"What are you doing here this early," I say to Clair as she walks up the pathway.

"I brought you breakfast," she says while holding what looks like a bag from Starbucks.

"Green tea and carrot cake," she says handing the bag and the grande size cup of green tea.

"I love you," I say to her and hug her, almost spilling the tea down her back.

"I just have to get my bag, I will be right back," I say running up the stairs to my bedroom where I left my bag.

The sun is shining so bright I say to Clair as she drives me to school.

"I can't wait for tonight" Clair saying squealing. She continues

"Hudson and I have picked out matching outfits for tonight"

"Clair you do realize it's a house party, not prom"

"I know but this will be our first proper outing as a couple together and I want to make it perfect"

"I'm locking all the bedrooms upstairs," I say and we both laugh

"I don't want you guys doing the nasty while I'm downstairs enjoying my party"

Clair Brent and I only have one class altogether which is English with Mr sexy.

We take our seats towards the middle so we can hear the gossip everyone is saying around us. In walks Mr H.eartson with his gorgeous green eyes and Tan skin. I don't get why he just doesn't quit being a boring English teacher and become a model. He walks in with a black briefcase and sets it down to the side of the table and steps forward.

"Good morning class," his says in his deep voice

"As you know we are getting close to spring break"

"Next week you will be having your semi-finals for this year" he goes on about us studying for it and how it's so important for us to get good grades. I'm too busy focusing on his luscious lips to realize that there is a knock on the door.

"Principal Nixson", Mr. Heartson says as he walks to the door to open it.

In walks Principal Nixson with a tan boy walking behind him.

"Class this is Jackson Riley, he has transferred here from Los Angeles," he says smiling at Jackson

Usually, people leave this shitty small town of Crestwood to start a new life, not move here but I can barely focus because he is looking straight at me.

"Do you know him?" Clair says whispering from behind me

"I've never seen him before in my life," I say just as shocked as she is

"Would anyone like to show this young man around the school" Principal Nixson says

"This girl would," Brent says shouting my name while pointing to me. Everyone turns and looks at me

"Ah Bridget Lovey would you do me a favor and show Jackson around the school," he says smiling at me

"I guess," I say dying inside

"Great well Jackson take your seat and if you need anything come to me," he says and Jackson nods.

"Welcome Jackson", Mr. Heartson says as Jackson takes his seat in front of me blocking my view.

He smells so fresh and just like roses. Which is weird but he really does smell like a bunch of roses. He places his bag beside him and turns to me. He has Hazel colored eyes, tan skin and is very lean. His hair is combed to the side and he has a ring on his middle finger.

"Hey," he says smirking. As I stare into his beautifully colored eyes.

Class continues as it usually does Mr. Heartson talks about all the upcoming school projects we have to complete before spring break and how it's important to always study. I can't hear a word he is saying. Clair and Brent are messaging me like crazy on my phone even though Clair is sitting behind me and Brent is sitting on my left.

GroupChat

"The 3 Amigos"

Clair: Omfg he is totally into you

Brent: He's smoking

Clair: Hop on that before someone else does

Brent: do it or I will break things off with Max and do it myself.

Bridget: Guys stop I don't even know him

Clair: True but he's still hot

Brent: Clair get over yourself you're with Hudson now

Clair: A girl can only dream

Bridget: don't steal this one from me

Clair: Trust me, girl, you've got him all to yourself

Brent: Yeah every inch of him

Bridget: omfg stop

Clair: Bridgets going to get lucky tonight

I place my phone down and Jackson turns to me.

"Hey do you have a pencil," He says grinning and me

"Uh yeah one sec," I say and turn around to Clair

"I don't have a pencil. Let me borrow one of yours"

"But this is my last one"

"I don't care just give it"

She hands me her half-chewed pencil. I give him my perfectly unchewed pencil and use her half-chewed pencil for the rest of the class.

"Thanks," he says winking at me

My heart skips a beat

At lunch, all three of us find an empty table and sit at it.

"You have to invite him to your party tonight," Clair says trying to wink but failing miserably

"That actually isn't a bad idea," I say thinking of what to say to him to convince him to come.

I'm the last one in my friend group to not get laid or have a boyfriend and it's totally pathetic and embarrassing. Some girls get asked out all the time like how I used to. But I guess maybe because I pushed too many people away everyone just gave up and continued with their life.

Suddenly A 6ft tanned brunette with the eyes of the most beautiful deep ocean walks passed me with and I get a whiff of Rose petals.

"Guys that's him," I say

"And," Brent says

Just as I was dreaming of coming up behind and pulling him into a kiss he sits down alone at the end of the lunch table nearest to the window. And stares out aimless at the parking lot.

"Geez he's so dreamy," I said excitedly

"Go talk to him," Clair says as she types furiously on her phone, probably messaging Hudson.

"Ew I'm scared though"

"Bridget you weren't scared to ask Hudson out like a bajillion times, there isn't anything to be scared of," Brent says basically pushing me out of my seat.

"I hate you guys," I say pretending to be mad but happy inside at the same time

"Love you too," They both say in unison

My school cafeteria layout isn't how it is in the movies. There are no jocks sitting together. No means girls. No geeks, no nothing everyone sits with whoever they want except for the lacrosse team. Clair asked Hudson if he wanted to sit with her at lunch today and he said that his lacrosse team comes first. I literally warned her about all of this but she doesn't listen.

Walking down the long aisle of lunch tables I finally make it to the last lunch table with Jackson Riley sitting at the end of it still gazing out. He is wearing a black leather jacket, tight skinny jeans. We are basically made to be, I mean I wear skinny jeans, he wears them. Almost everyone I know hates skinny jeans. Well mainly girls they say it shows their camel toe but I begged a differ.

I step closer and lightly tap him on his shoulder "Um hi" I say " I don't know if you remember me from earlier my names Br"

"Bridget" he interrupts me and smiles

"I know who you are," he says now facing me

"You remember me", I say not believing a guy like him would even remember who I am let alone have the time of day for him to remember my name.

"Ha! Why wouldn't I remember you" he asks jokingly

I blush

"So I was wondering I have this like thing well like a birthday party house um party thing at my place tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to like come or something," I say not really making any sense at all

"Sure why not," he says Licking his bottom lip

"Here I will give you my number so you can text me the address," he says reaching out for my phone.

I hand him my phone and he types his number in, The way his finger move while typing makes my heart skip a beat as he finishes typing the last digit.

"See you tonight," he says handing back my phone

"You too I say a little too excitedly and run back to Clair and Brent

"What did he say?" Clair says looking intensely at me

"I invited him to come to the party tonight and he said yes and gave me his number so I could text him my address," I say gasping

"Omg," Brent says

"Do you have an outfit for tonight"

"Yeah just my usual jeans and maybe one of my crop tops"

"Ew no we have to like take you shopping and find you something sexy to impress this Mr. Jackson Riley," Brent says

"Bridget is going to get laid tonight," Clair says throwing her fist up and Brent does the same.

What have I done?

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