Taming Scar (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 8.

"Maybe its the way she walked straight into my heart and stole it through the doors and past the guards just like she already owned it."
-One Direction

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-Monday Morning-

Ever had that moment where you just wished things weren't as they seemed. Like when your dad tells you he's leaving and never comes back? Or when your boyfriend is cheating on you with your best friend on your bed?

That's how I felt about Monday. Not only did I want it to not be real but couldn't help but feel rather fucked over by it.

Not a pleasant feeling I'll tell you.

The shouts from Ellison were what had woken me up this dreadful morning. She was rather determined to drag me out of bed when I specifically told her I simply don't do Mondays; especially when it would be my first day at a new school as well.

Unluckily for me, Ellison was a determined little shit.

After constant yelling and head smacks with my pillow, she took the warmth of my blanket from me. Making me instantly curl in the fetus position and stop the chatter from my teeth escaping as curse words came out instead.

"Nice underwear." she snorted.

"Fuck you their girl boxers." I grumbled not opening my eyes "This is bullshit. Who goes to school on Monday?"

"Uh, many normal people." She said in a 'duh' voice.

It was my turn to snort "You're normal? Could've fooled me."

I heard her footsteps as she moved away from the bed. Finally sighing in relief I assumed she retreated back to her own room, my eyes still closed, I felt myself slipping back to unconsciousness.

Whack.

"I'm up!" Sitting up in a flash, my eyes adjusted to the light while I rubbed my head. I looked down to my lap to see a pair of jeans.

I gave her a look of annoyance but added "I admit you chose a good pair of jeans. But that does not mean you can throw them when I'm resting my eyes!"

She huffed out a breath "Get dressed. You have ten minutes to get downstairs for breakfast."

I muttered curse words the whole time as I shuffled out of bed before dancing into the picked out denim. The skinny jeans were rolled up at the ankles, before I looked up to Ellison I took notice of her outfit.

A white sleeveless crotchet dress fit her figure, it wasn't tight--resembling a babydoll dress. Brown sandals hugged her feet once again showing her green nail polish. Her jewelry was simple; a long silver necklace and a few bangle bracelets. Her hair was pinned up in a messy way finishing her casual hippie look.

"You look nice." I commented.

"Is that sarcasm?" She narrowed her eyes.

Shaking my head I couldn't help but chuckle as I walked past her into my closet. "Get my black Converse from underneath the bed please."

"Wow she says please." She muttered thinking I didn't hear.

I laughed when Ellison hollered "What is up with you and black shoes!"

It didn't take me long to find a shirt, chucking off the one I had, I stood in my black bra--my back facing Ellison as I slipped on the one I grabbed. It was a simple black cage back tank top, the upper half of my back was in show and on the front in white letters it said "Normal is boring."

Turning back around Ellison stood there with my all black Chuck Taylor's in her hands while her mouth was opened and eyes widened.

"Careful, bugs might fly in." I joked but felt a bit pleased that my body had an affect on her.