This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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EMERY.
I frown as I glance into the mirror. What a retched haircut. I should've never agreed to have Addy cut it. Mom is right... for once. I really do look shitty.
I sigh and pull my hair up into a low ponytail, that being the only hairstyle I can create now. It looks a bit better. Maybe I can get extensions until I grows out. Maybe Addy can teach me. She probably knows how to do all that shit.
I turn my head to look at it from the side. It doesn't look too bad from the side. It's all evenly cut as if it was professionally done, but my face just doesn't make the look. And I thought it was so pretty when I first saw it too.
Honestly, if fucking mom hadn't made such a negative ordeal then I might've still admired it like I did.
I jump as I hear a pat on my window. I twist around slowly to see Cole hanging out of his window expectantly. I roll my eyes and open the window. "What do you want?" I tease.
"You cut your hair?" He questions, and I immediately feel embarrassed. I roll my eyes and look down.
"I don't need your fucking bullshit. I've already heard it."
"What? I just meant— I meant it looks nice." He says, his tone laced with confusion and I look up at him with furrowed brows.
"What?"
"You look..." Cole trails off, looking down, and I roll my eyes.
"I told you, I don't want your bullshit." And I slam the window. Ugly. I look ugly. I know, Cole. Please don't make it any more known.
My phone vibrates form my nightstand and I check it confusingly. No one ever texts me.
Neighbor Boy 🏠: beautiful.
I stare at the text, my mouth opening slightly. "Really want to fuck me up, don't you?" I say to nothing and no one in particular. "Too bad we're just friends or I'd let you."
I roll my eyes, huffing as I throw my phone on my nightstand again. Fuck this. He's just saying the right words to get with me. And I'm fucking letting it happen! He better know that me going to this stupid fucking birthday party doesn't change our relationship status. Honestly, we've only know each other for what? Four days? No fucking way am I letting him get in that fast.
I sigh, and look in the mirror again. I smile softly. Maybe my haircut isn't as bad after all. Cole seems to like it.
Fuck, I'm a roller coaster of emotions.
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When morning comes, I'm out the door without breakfast, sitting in my car. I can't bare to see mom right now. I'm sure I will break the first thing in sight if she speaks. And I plan to stay in a good mood today. I have that fucking birthday I have to go to after school and I would hate to scare the kids away with my bitchy attitude. Well, maybe I would enjoy it but Cole wouldn't.
