Honey, Love Is Just An Understatement

Today would have started like any other day but alas it did not. Normally, I would wake up at 7:30 on the dot. After that I would proceed to throw on a random shirt and match it with some random pants and my converse. I'd then make my way downstairs, go to the bathroom to lazily put some sort of make-up on, do my business and then eat my regular breakfast consisting of fruit loops. But like I said, today would have started like any other day but it didn't.

I nearly flung myself out of my bed when I saw the time on my Batman alarm clock. It was already 8:15. Every curse word I picked up from my older brother growing up escaped my mouth as I scrambled to find something to wear. I torn apart my closet, realizing that I forgot to put my dirty clothes in the dryer before falling asleep last night. I threw on some black sweat pants and an hold Queen hoodie. I didn't even look at myself in the mirror because I already knew what I looked like. A mess. I'd say a hot mess but I wouldn't compliment myself at the moment.

I grabbed my backpack from my messy desk, shoving my text books and notebooks from last nights study session in there. I didn't even bother with the bathroom, seeing that my brother was just exiting it. Even though I had to go, I wasn't suicidal. Bracing that bathroom after Gerard used it was just something we didn't do in this house. He gave me a weird look as I raced past him. He was probably confused as to why I was still home.

I skipped practice seeing that I had no time and I knew there was a chance of catching traffic. I could NOT be late to class today. I had the most important test of the semester and I couldn't miss it. My teacher specifically stated that if you missed this one there were no make ups and the chance of you flunking his class for the term would be high. Of all days to forget to put my alarm on I choice today.

The car ride to school wasn't any better. I didn't hit traffic but instead I hit construction. This meant that I had to take a different, longer route to get to my destination. Halfway to the campus I heard a all too familiar ring . Looking down at my dash board. The gas light was on.

"What the fuck?!" I shouted, lengthily holding out each syllable. I let out a strangled cry, silently telling myself that it was okay and that I had enough gas to get to school and then to a gas station after class. I'd go before work, yeah I'd do that.

I slammed on the breaks, "Fuck!"

Work? How did I forget? I didn't bring my clothes for work. I pegged the guy off behind me as he honked his horn at me. I continued driving, seriously contemplating calling it quits today and going back to bed. I would not have time to get gas, run home, change and go all the way across town and get to work on time. I was on the verge of tears by the time I reached the parking lot of the campus.

I mean, did I really need a college degree? It wasn't like I was studying for anything specific. It was just general studies. I was too indecisive to pick a major so it's not like I was throwing a career path out the window. It wasn't like my brother when he went to art school to be an artist. I was just going to college so my mom and dad would shut up about me not being able to make any good choices with my life. There was still a chance to just drop out and become a stripper.

I let my head fall onto the steering wheel in defeat. I was so sick of this life. I was so sick of this routine. I hated how scheduled my life was. I'd wake up, go to class, rush to work, go home, eat, do homework and then the day would repeat. I never had a day off. Never. Even on weekends when there was no classes I found myself struggling to get late homework done on my breaks at work. I was exhausted and broken down.

I jumped when I heard a tap on my window. I looked up, confused and startled. Staring at me was a boy I recognized from one of my classes. I'm pretty sure he went to my high school too. I rolled down my window half way, not sure what this kid wanted. I think his name was Hank? No, Frank, it was Frank.

"Yeah?" I asked quickly.

"You okay?" He chuckled, his dreads falling in front of his face.

I grimaced as I got a whiff of weed. It was basically flowing off this guy. I thought about rolling my window up. I hated the small of weed. It made my stomach sick. But I decided not to be rude and nodded my head.

"Yeah, fine. I'm fine." I shut off my car, rolling up my window so I could exit. He backed up so I could get out. I grabbed my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder. "You know, just having the average college kid breakdown." I joked, locking my car. I began to walk away when I heard it beep. He followed me, letting out a laugh. I raised an eyebrow at him. His laugh was adorable.

"Ah, I see. Considering becoming a stripper?" He teased.

"Oh yeah." I rolled my eyes. "God, no." I shook my head, laughing.

"Yeah, you're tits aren't big enough."

I stopped in my tracks. Seriously? Was he serious? I gave him a bewildered look, amazed that he had the balls to say something like that to a complete stranger. His face softened when he saw my reaction, reaching out to me. "I was joking. I'm sorry. I speak before I think. I'm pretty sure you have nice tits underneath that sweater. Which speaking of is really awesome by the way."

I began to walk again. "Thanks, it was my dad's. And word of advice, next time you see someone having a bad day, ignore it. It's none of your business and you'll end up making them have a worst day. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go complaining flunk this test and be forced to be a hobo because apparently my tits are to small to become a stripper! Asshole!" I raised my nose at him, marching off as fast as I could.

I couldn't believe today already.

Notes

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