Chapter One

~ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ~

I suck. I close people out and I tend to run away when my life gets tough.

Instead of ignoring problems, I overreact which people don't like. Then I'm the bad guy in the situation.

Like in seventh grade when I got invited to Mandy Simmon's birthday party just for it to be fake. I was stunned, so I went to school and asked about it just to be called out of my name by everyone.

I mean I guess I had a right to be mad but maybe not. I stand up for myself just to get told I'm overreacting.

Long story short, I moved the next year, here I am now in my mom's friend's car driving to my new home in Orlando, Florida.

Luckily, my mom had gotten a new job here so we took the first chance at it and left.

We could have moved sooner if my dad would've been an actual dad. He took the first chance to leave me and my mom alone - my 5th birthday.

The night before I started kindergarten, my parents had an intense argument which led to my dad leaving the next day. They eventually divorced, I never saw or heard anything about him for the next two years.

In second grade I heard my friend talking about my classmate's mom getting married and the whole class was invited. I remember my mom and I being so happy to go.

Turns out dad was busy getting it on with Mandy's mom.

Anyways, I stood outside examining the house my mom worked hard to purchase.

It was huge. Not to discredit my mother but there was no way she could afford something like this.

I love my mom but she's pretty shitty too, she isn't even here right now. Mom just leaves and reappears, she put me on a van to Florida and then went on a 'business trip'.

With a sigh, I went inside with her friend trailing behind me. The inside was already decorated, I can't say I hate it either because it was like a loft-style house.

"Nice house you got here."

I nodded my head at Ross, my mom's fucking booty call. I can't stand him, I want him out of here as soon as possible.

"I think I'm going to go take a shower and settle in while you bring the boxes inside, okay." That sounds pretty harsh but honestly, he took all the attention away from me during my childhood.

Fuck, projecting.

He chuckled and patted me on the back before he walked out the door. I quickly made my way upstairs to try and find a bathroom.

When I found one I locked the door. I first took off my grey blouse, then my black leggings, and then my undergarments.

All that was left was me.

The me that no one could ever like.

The me that not even my parents wanted around.

I turned on the water and hopped in the shower. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks, but that was the thing about showers you couldn't tell. If you couldn't tell that meant everything was alright.

Right?

I heard a knock at the door, "Georgina I'm gonna head out, I put all the boxes marked with your name in the second room to the right okay?"

I didn't respond it's not like he was going to acknowledge me anyway. I will send him a text though.

I got out of the shower and ran to the second room to the right. My mom had really put in the effort, my room was stunning, and I had a fucking walk-in closet.

I was never rich or remotely even financially stable. In Los Angeles, we lived in a little cottage, and we were struggling to pay bills. It was just so selfish to have kids and then raise them in the most expensive place ever with no money.

I went to the first box I saw and picked up some underwear and a pullover. I put it on and put my hair in a ponytail, then headed downstairs towards the kitchen.

There was a note on the counter with one hundred dollars attached.

dear georgia,

your mom gave me one hundred dollars to give you, don't blow it all!

He knows I hate being called that.

I opened google and searched for the nearest pizza place. I called the number and ordered myself a pizza.

My mom should've been here but no she's probably off screwing some guy in his house for shit. I don't mean to be harsh but a girl needs her mother.

Twenty minutes had passed before I heard the doorbell. I grabbed the $100 off the counter and made my way to the door.

I opened it and handed the delivery man the money. He gave me a scowl, before he could get anything out I took the pizza and waited for my change.

"You're a real bitch you know that we don't take hundreds," he says while waving the money in the hand. I stayed silent while putting the pizza on the counter next to the door.

"I can check If I can find a twenty in my-"

"Don't bother here's your change," The delivery man interrupted while handing me change before walking off.

My first day in this place and I already wanted to go back to Los Angeles. I had some friends there at least.

Stella and Nia

They were my friends in their own ways. They were my pity friends.

In second grade after I found out that my dad got remarried suddenly they bother came up to me with food in their hands.

At first, it was nice but after a while, they started changing. In their eyes, I wasn't beneficial to them in any way. One time my crush asked about me and Stella told him that 'I was a slob and needed to get my life together.'

They started dating a month later.

I finished my pizza and went up to my room. I searched the boxes for my laptop and when I found it I opened google and started searching for the kids that go to my school. I shifted my attention towards my phone when I got bored of finding nothing.

I opened Instagram to begin a search for my classmates and who I'm going to have be dealing with for the rest of the year.

... Katherine Solace

..Jennifer Monroe

Holy shit these girls are famous. They get thousands of likes per photo. If I could weasel my way into their friend group I would be able to mean something.

Suddenly this just got a whole lot interesting.