"...Don't Wait Up For Me" | d.w.|

No One Cares About Me \c.b.\

A/n: can you tell I had a breakdown before writing this chapter? I can like oh my glob. A surprise is in-store for this chapter! I'm such trash I'm sorry XD. Enjoy, loves! <3
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"Just leave me the actual fuck alone, Janine!" I yell. She has been nagging at me on how come I am not a good daughter (which means how come I don't have friends) and how come I'm a fatty and not a skinny girl I'm supposed to be and how come she didn't get a beautiful girl because she ended up with an ugly one. "That is no way to talk to me, understand slut?" she spits out. "Go fuck a male prostitute, Janine." I grumble, about to close my bedroom door but she puts her high heeled covered foot between it. "You don't have the balls to tell Steve even if you had the biggest ones ever. Now stay in your room or you'll see what happens." I roll my eyes, but I do close my door. Well, slam is a better way to put it. I take off my shorts and blue tank top, slipping on my black skinny jeans. I open my closet trying to find a shirt. All I own is long sleeves. No one is allowed to see my arms that are scarred. No one. I pull a dark green long sleeve off of it's hanger, slipping it over my head. It's one size too big for me, but that's how I like them to fit. I don't enjoy showing off my disgusting figure to everyone so one-size-too-big shirts will have to do. I pull my phone off of the charger and put it in my front pocket along with my black ear buds. I sigh, slinging on my black backpack. Silently opening the door, I bolt out of the house to school. I sometimes feel like my "home" is more of a living hell then the school I attend. I laugh to myself, kicking a small rock across the pavement. "If home is where my heart is than my heart has lost all love." I sing out quietly. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I plug in my ear buds and attach them securely on my ears. I play shuffle. 
You're looking skinny there sleepy head.
Have you gotten out of bed?
Have you gotten out of bed?
Getting concerned about my lonely friend.
Have you seen yourself today?
You're gonna need a haircut and a shave.
I smile and let out a sigh. Remington Leith has such great vocals. I remember when I saw them live and I got to meet them. It was a month ago I got to. They were so sweet to me.
×Flashback×
"Okay, boys. Last person in line!" I nervously walk up to the tall, bulky built bodyguard. "Pass please?" I hand him the pass, making sure the long sleeves of my red and black striped shirt doesn't ride down. That would be so terrible. He smiles and lets me go passed him. "Hello!" Emerson Barrett waves. "H-hi." I tug down my sleeves. "Why are you wearing a long sleeve and jeans outside in the scorching sun?" Sebastian Danzig asks me. I look up at him with wide eyes. "Uh, I don't like my legs to show off in public and m-my arms are... I don't like them either." I lie. The legs thing is true. My wrists have scars that haven't healed all the way and some fresh, people will hate me if they see them. Why did I tell them that? Fuck, it sounds like I'm trying to get some kind of pity. Oh my god I don't want that, especially from Palaye Royale. "Don't mind Seb, as you know he's a super douche," Remington playfully glares at Sebastian. "What's your name, darling?" Emerson asks. "O-oh, it's Clementine. Clementine Brobeck." I say, fiddling with the extra fabric on my shirt sleeves. Still looking down. Goddamnit, why can't I look anyone in the fucking eye? Cause I'll see fake pity everyone gives me. "Ooh I like your name. It's cool." Remington says. "I'm sorry." I say. I truly am sorry right now. For them. They have to stand in the presence of an ugly, disgusting 18 year old nobody with only one friend. "Why do you say that? There's nothing to be sorry for." Remington says. Sebastian side hugs me, rubbing my arm. "Yeah, you're alright. You did nothing wrong."
"Yes I did. You have to deal with so much and we take advantage of that kindness you give your fans and you have to stand in front of this fucking mess I am. A 18 year old disgusting mess up that can't look people in the because they will have a judgemental look in them. They always do." I ramble out. I immediately feel bad for them. They don't need to hear my fucking sorry ass thoughts. Ugh, I'm so selfish. "Hey, you're not disgusting. You're beautiful and everyone messes up in life. Don't think that way, darling. You're perfect inside and out no matter what you or dumbass people think." Remington says. "Please pardon me for asking this, but," Emerson interjects. "Clementine, is the reason for your long sleeves and jeans because of self inflicted marks? You don't have to answer if you don't want too."
"No, it's okay. No one asks if that's why. They just assume I just like wearing them. I do, but yes t-that's why." I feel tears brim my eyes. "Please don't do that anymore, please. You could die." Sebastian says. I believe that's the point. "Here." Remington says. He hands me his phone with the camera open. "I want a picture with you now." He smiles at me. I look him in the eyes. No judgement. No pity. Just sweetness. I nod and we all gather up. Remington fixes his hair a bit. "SAY 'WE LOVE CLEMENTINE'!" they all say it in brotherly unison and I smile. A happy smile. "Hey, do you have Instagram?" Remington asks. "Y-yeah. It's uh, ClementineABrobeck." he nods and does something on his phone.  "Time up, guys." the bodyguard says. They say okay and we all hug. "Stay strong, Clementine." Emerson says to me as I leave. "BYE GURL!" Sebastian and Rem say. I laugh. This day was so great.
×End×
As I reach the doors of the school, I'm smiling like a dork. Remington followed me and we talked a little. That's it. He probably doesn't remember me or the encounter, but I obviously do. The picture we all took that day I still have as my home screen wallpaper. "Hey, Clementine!" Ryan jogs up to me. "Hey, Ryan. What's up?"
"Nothing much. My dad broke a bottle on me last night." He frowns, looking down at his shoes. "Your dad's a dick. You heard me say this a million times. Your mom needs desperately to leave that man. So he can be more free to sleep with all his co-workers at his dumbass job." I ramble out. Ryan laughs dryly. "I told her to, but she thinks I'm a liar and that I'm just ungrateful." I snort, adjusting my backpack as I reach the teal locker that is mine. "You being ungrateful has nothing to do with that. Not that you are ungrateful or anything, your mom needs proof. I mean, there's a fucking cut on your cheek!" I point at the mark on his right cheek that has been somewhat covered by his blue hair. "She thinks the cat did it." He mumbles. "The cat loves the heck out of you and that's just stupid. It's like your mom knows but still wants to give the dickweed man a chance." I roll my eyes. Mrs. Seaman is a nice lady but she's a few cents short of a buck sometimes. (Translation: clueless or stupid) "Yeah, it seems like it. Hey, I saw you talking to Dallon yesterday and get into his car, what happened?" I think back to yesterday. I forgot that he drove me home. "He just drove me home and calmed the panic attack I was having."
"I don't know why you don't like the guy. Dallon's really nice." I roll my eyes. "Ryan if you love him so much, just marry him."
"Nah, I don't swing that way. I'll just attend your guys wedding though." I glower at Ryan and punch his shoulder. "Fuck off." he laughs. We walk into math and take our seats. Today was going to be a long day.
*time skip cause I can*
Art. Art seriously is my passion. All I do is doodle when I'm bored in classes. The teachers get mad at me for 'not paying attention' and 'wasting time'. I roll my eyes at the thought of that and take my seat in the back. I take out my pencils, a red notebook, and my eraser. "Oh, hey Clementine." I jump, looking up at who that voice was. "Shit," I clutch my chest. "Hi, Dallon." I exhale.
"Did-? Did I scare you?" in the corner of my eye I see him smiling, trying to hold back a laugh. "Yes, I forgot you were my partner since I'm so used to being alone. It's okay though. Sorry." he laughs at the fact he scared me. I roll my eyes. Fucker. "Okay now, lets get started shall we?" I nod. He takes out his blue sketchbook, opening to a fresh page. I does a double take and his eyes soften in concern. Why is he looking at me like that? I glance at him an then back down at my hands. "Sorry for staring, it's just that... How did that get there? It wasn't there yesterday I would've saw it." I look at him, confusion written all over my face. "How did what get there?" he sighs and lifts his hand up, I flinch back my eyes widen a little. He falters his hand back a little, but then hesitantly reaches it back up again. His face gets a bit closer as his finger touches my bottom lip. I gulp, my eyes so wide I wonder how they aren't literally popping out of my skull. "You have a somewhat deep cut there. Like as if someone punched you." I cough a little. He retreats his hand back and his face. Thankfully. "I-it's nothing. R-really."
"Clementine. Who did that to you? You can tell me." his hand touches the tips of my fingers. I look down then back up at his ocean eyes. "N-no one."
"Seriously, Clem, you can tell me. I know we only started talking yesterday, but I swear I won't judge you. Or laugh if that's what you're thinking." he says softly, so calm that it makes me feel calm. What if he does judge me? What if he does laugh? Oh my god the embarrassment would be so unbearable. "N-not now. I don't feel comfortable talking about it. Especially to you." I lower my gaze to my lap. His hand leaves my finger tips and up to his hair. "What do you mean by that?" I don't answer. He should know goddamn well what the fuck I mean by that. I'm glad it doesn't take him long to realize. "Oh. Oh. Just because I'm 'popular'," he does in air quotes. "Doesn't mean that I won't listen or unless you think I'll tell my friends about it then you're wrong." he sounded a bit mad which made me feel guilty as hell. "I'm-fuck- I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean to. Sorry." I hear him sigh. "Hey," I look up at him, I hate to admit it but his eyes are so beautiful. Like the ocean or the deep blue sky when it's a perfect sunny day. "Don't apologize. As I said yesterday, privacy is privacy. I completely understand, okay?" I nod and he smiles. It kinda makes me wanna smile too. Fuck, why is he so nice to me? The only person I know who is nice to me is Ryan that's because he's my best friend, but no one else. I've only talked to Dallon for I guess 2 days and he's acting like we're the bestest friends. "So, how do you feel about you coming over to my house for this project? Or I can come over to yours if you'd like?" He asks, fiddling with the corners of the paper from the sketchbook from a nervous I habit I assume. "Really? Won't I be intruding your place of solitude if I come over?" He chuckles, running his hand through his hair. "No, but I guess that means you don't want to come to my place. How about yours?" I think about it. Steve and Janine "work" late today. Well, Steve does Janine just whores around. What if they come home and they assume something? It would be never ending insults like the last time Ryan came over. They probably won't since, lets be honest, they both whore around. "Uh, yeah... Yeah, I-I guess that's okay." I smile up at him since he's an actual tree. He smiles back tapping his pencil on the pad twice with a nod. "Sounds great! My car ran out of gas from driving you home yesterday and driving myself home, but don't feel bad cause I notice you tend to apologize when there's no need," Okay, why the actual flaming hell is he so observant? Maybe I do tend to do that. A lot. "One of my friends, Brendon, will drive me. Do you know Brendon?" I nod and do a 'kinda' gesture with my hand. I actually have no idea who he is. Sorta, I do know his name is Brendon and he's dating that one girl who threw a literal rock at me when we were in 6th grade and I think he had a small fling with that Ryan kid or something in freshman year they're best friends now, but they definitely had a fling. In 7th grade I believe he shoved me out of the way and called me a freak. I think I have Brendon for 3rd hour? I'm 50% sure, could be someone else with raven hair and a big forehead. All I know is that I still have bad blood with the dude. "I'm guessing that means you only know small things about the guy, huh?" Dallon chuckles as I glare at him even though he's not wrong. "He'll drive me and I'll text you when I get there." he smiles, proud of his planning. There's is just one small problem. No phone number. I mean, he should know I don't have it right? We literally just started talking. And why would I even have it in the first place? I'm a loser, a freak, a absolute, utter nobody. "Doing some deep thinking there, Clementine. What's up."
"I-I don't have your number.." I mumble afraid of a reaction. A reaction from someone is what terrifies me. "You don't what?" I groan, speaking a little louder. "I don't have your number."
"Oh, you could've just said that instead having an existential crisis. I drew an entire person when you were in your head." Dallon laughs, pointing to his paper. Oh, I thought he was exaggerating, but he drew an entire person. I think it's Doc Brown from Back To The Future, but I could be wrong. He hands me a torn piece of paper, probably from his sketchbook, with numbers written in a somewhat straightline. His phone number. Dallon Weekes' phone number. I hold back a laugh as I imagine Ryan flipping shit when I tell him about this. "And even if it's not for school.. You can still text me or call. Whatever you feel like. If you need help mentally or physically or you need assistance with something or you're just unimaginably bored and need someone to take you out of that, text or call. I won't mind. Not one bit." Dallon smiles sweetly at me. Ryan is right. It's a hate crime against humanity to hate this guy. An absolute hate crime. Dammit, why is he so fucking nice to me?

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A/n: Holy cheeze whiz this is the longest chapter I wrote for this story like oh my sweet baby Geesus. YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE OUTRAGED AT MY SUCKY UPDATE SCHEDULES JUST PLZ BARE WITH ME THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON RIGHT NOW. I can't promise that I will publish quicker than I do, but I'll try, loves. Check out my other fics, you won't be disappointed at the gAy I have xD I love you all, don't forget to say I love you to someone, smile, stay alive, and if you sneezed during this then bless thou nose!!! Have an amazing day, loves!