As Long As You Need

23-Stress

It's exam week. 

I've always hated this part of the year, but especially this year. It's my senior year and even though I scored high on exams last year, I want to score even higher this year. These are my last really big exams and I need to make a good impression for colleges. 

Since Brady already has a scholarship ready for his 'dream school' this year he can just coast. With football season having come to a close two weeks ago he doesn't have much to worry about. 

Noah, however hasn't been offered anything from colleges regarding football. He may not say it but I do know it's stressing him out. This is his future on the line, I also know his dad wants him to succeed in the career he wanted to succeed in. 

Even without football Noah could get into a good college, not just cause of the level of classes he takes. He excels at them, I mean he sleeps through Calc most days and he has a 98 in that class. I also know he loves philosophy, he doesn't talk about it much but sometimes it comes up. 

The future is scary. Where will I be? Where will he be? Will we be more by the end of the year? Will he decide we aren't worth it? What if it's long distance? 

I shake the thoughts from my head, we aren't even together. 

Currently it's Monday night. We have a week until Christmas break. Our exams are broken in to different days. Period 2 and 4 were today. I feel like I did well in those. Period 1 and 3 are tomorrow. Then on Wednesday period 5 and 7. On Thursday is period 6 and Friday is make-ups. 

After that we have two and a half of weeks for Christmas Break, then the last semester of high school. Ever.

Laying in bed I have the sudden urge to cut my hair. I mean it has been getting long, it's down to my waist now. I also kinda want bangs. 

I am not going to do it though. 

Turning my head I look at the clock

1:32 a.m.

My eyes trail to my desk where a pair of scissors sit. I go to get up, but stop my self. I am not cutting my hair. 

I look back up at my clock.

1:33 a.m.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Don't-

Fuck it. 

Standing up I grab the scissors and my phone and go into the bathroom. Setting my phone on the counter I turn on some music. I part my hair into sections staring at my self in the mirror. Singing I think about how hot I am going to look with this hair. I cut a few inches off and take the hair ties out. My hair now rests right below my breasts. 

Next I take some hair and evenly section it for bangs. Once I am happy I twist my hair and begin to cut. I brush my fingers through the hair. It's cute thin bangs, I like it. I even it out and add some layers, before deciding to jumping in the shower. 

When my shower is done I step out and dry my hair. It looks so cute, I am in love. I should so be a hairstylist. 

I turn my lights off before getting into bed and watching some of 'The 100' before falling asleep. 

The next morning I head to the bathroom, I decide to straighten my hair today. As I wait for the straightener to heat up I decide I am going to dress up today, because why not?

I add some concealer under my eyes and add some blush to my cheeks. Then I put some mascara on my lashes, brush my eyebrows out and add some strawberry lipgloss to my lips.