Saving Him • editing/rewriting

one-stressed out

"wish we could turn back time to the good old days when our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out"
~Twenty Øne Pilots

Chapter One- Stressed Out

The school bell rang making my pulsing headache even worse. I grimaced as the throbbing at the back of my head got worse.

"What's up, Katie? You're uncharacteristically in a bad mood" I jumped as Georgia, one of my supposed 'best friends', said raising her perfect done eyebrow. My heart started drumming agaisnt my ribs noisily. I had to think fast.

I pushed through the pain and plastered on the same smile that's always painted on my face when I'm around someone, "I was just thinking of all the homework I have that I haven't finished." I told her and pulled a face. That made her laugh and I mentally sighed in relief. My act was still in tact.

You see, I had made myself to be this happy, bubbly Katie who seemed like she had no problems whatsoever. It was an act I had kept up ever since Georgia let me join her group just because people seemed to like me better that way. And I couldn't afford to lose the friends I had now, I couldn't end up alone.

"That sucks. Are you still coming with us to grab a drink?" She asked.

I shook my head, "Not today sorry, I should really get started on my English assignemnt. It's due really soon." I told her, exaggerating a little. I did have an English assignment due but it wasn't due until the end of the term and I had already planned out most of it.

I was the only one from our group who was in advanced English so she wouldn't find out about my little white lie. Although sadly, Georgia was in every single one of my other classes. That thought alone almost made me want to smash my head against a wall repeatedly.

"Okay, whatever." She answered, looking totally unbothered of my not attending their daily gathering for drinks and talking absolute shit about everyone. I bet my arms and legs that they would undoubtedly talk shit about me today since I wouldn't be there.

"See you tomorrow, babe." She waved, and with that, she walked out of the classroom where the rest of the group were waiting. I watched her as she mumbled something to them glancing over at me and then they all walked off, some giving me small waves. I grinned at them and waved back but as soon as they were out of sight, I rolled my eyes and groaned. They always made my headaches worse.

"You are so bipolar." Someone suddenly spoke up from behind me nearly giving me a heart attack right there in the classroom.

I spinned around to find a guy sitting right at the back, a My Chemical Romance shirt worn underneath a red flannel. I had to fight the urge to mention it since Gerard Way was my celebrity crush since I was twelve. I couldn't though because that would've meant putting my reputation at risk and a person like me, who had to put in all the effort they had to stay with the popular group, couldn't risk it.

All the popular girls listened to pop, or whatever was in the top 100 that week, while the guys listened to mainstream rap. It was like an unspoken rule at our school. Break it and, boom, you're considered as an outsider. Especially a genre like rock is usually seen as loud and violent. They automatically classified any type of rock music as 'emo' and they stereotypically assumed that you were one if you listened to it. This always annoyed me to no end.

I gave a tight smile to him not giving up my act even when I knew full well that he just saw my true form in all its glory.

"Excuse me?"

He smirked at me, "You heard me. You're all disgustingly sweet when someone's around but the second you're alone, it's like you're a totally different person." He said. "Although I didn't expect anything less since all people like you are fake."