Cream in My Coffee

New Day

- Ten Years Later-

Beep, Beep, Beep,Beep!!!

I pulled the covers over my head and groaned. I really don't want to get up, if my mom could give me five more minutes of sleep. But I know that is HIGHLY unlikely

"Taylor Nicole Parker , I know you hear that alarm and I know for a FACT that you do not want miss your first day of high school" my mother screached from downsatairs.

Oh, Mother Dearest if only you knew. What teenager in there right mind would want to go to school willing. As soon as that thought left my mind, my best friend and partner in crime came flouncing in my room as happy as a peacock.

"Good Mooooorning oh lovely Tay"

"Get Out" I grumbled

"Oh come on," she whined "where is your back to school spirit."

"Back in the past with my happy summer, oh good memories filled with sunshine, waterparks and food"

"Come on, School Grinch"

I threw back the covers, sat up and looked at my annoying amigo. She had on a red plaid shirt with a brown rope belt on it, capris, and some black high-tops Adidas. Over the years Giselle became strikingly beautiful.She grew out her red hair right below her waist , natural green eyes, small pink lips, and a tan just made her beauty even more accented. So to say that she had boys crawling all over her was to say the least an understatment.Giselle and I became close friends that faithful day at the park, but we became even close, when we both found out that both of our mothers were single due to our fathers running ot on us as infants. So, we both had very few knowledge or memory's of our fathers this is what drove us to be like sisters to each other.

Sitting down at my vanity,I looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled. Damn, I still looked fine even in the morning. I had a deep dark brown, mocha complexion and hazel eyes and thanks to my dead beat dad being of the Hispanic ethinic group and my mother being Creole (French), I inherited his really wavy hair just like Madison Pettis,only two inches shorter. I wasn't only appreciative of my good looks though I was also thankfull for my curvy body, because of it I was allowed to thing that most girl were not able to. Such as, roll, twerk and other things of the sort.

Quickly, I put on some some Hello Flawless Oxygen WOW! foundation, mascara, eyeliner and some light pink lip stick. I pushed GIselle out the way and ran to walk-in closet. What to wear, what to wear.... I pulled out a pink floral shirt, some tight hip hugging black Miss Me skinny jeans, and some light brown Uggs. Perfect for the first day of school, hot and stylish. As always, I smirked.

Right as I was done getting dressed a text message popped up on my phone.

If you want a ride to school, I suggest you loser get you'r asses outside PRONTO....... Love, Adrian :) P.S Imma blast Adele

Uggg, that asshole knew how much I hated Adele.She was so damn depressing.He was always doing something to piss me off,.

Whatever,I groaned and I dragged Giselle out of the room after I quickly brushed my teeth and almost nearly got out the door before my mom stopped us.

"Wait girls, I just wanted to tell you good luck on your first day of high school, but I'm going to spare you the its the best four years of your life cliche because its all a bunch of bullshit" She said with a big grin on her face

Silence. I looked at Giselle while she looked back at me with the same astounded look that was probaly on my face. So I knew we where thinking the same thing.......What. The. Fuck

"Thanks Mom" we both said uneasily as we ran out the door.

"Your mom suprises me more and more every day" Giselle giggled

"Yea, like I don't know"

We quickly climbed into Adrians' old beat up red Ford truck and both greeted him cheerfuly.Adrian was the poster child for a Greek god. He had blonde hair and the most striking blue eyes that look like the raging ocean when there is a storming hurricane. Over the years he grew out of the lanky little boy he used to be and grew very muscular. By the time he was in middle school he had girls begging on their knees to be his girlfriends. He also had a few boys try to date him ( not that I could blame them or anything). But despite his charming good looks Adrian could be a real culo when he wanted to be and it really affected his personality sometimes.

"I can't believe you got your Hardship Liscense" I whined "It's so unfair"

Adrians' grandmother recently moved in with his family, because she refused to be put in a nursing home. She said "old people smelled funny, she needed to be with some youngsters." So to help out with the family Adrian was allowed to get his Hardship Liscense.

"Well, look at this way Tay, whenever we need a ride to the mall we will have our faithfull slave" Giselle gleefully announced.

While Adrian flinched at thought of being our chaffuer , I laughed cause I knew was about to happen. A famous Adrian and Giselle argument, these argumet where so brutal that Muhammed Ali would go in to break up the fight and would come out wounded with a black eye and battle scars.Yes.......It was that serious. But, thats why Ioved them. We where always seen together, ever since I moved from New Orleans, when I was a little girl they became the best of my friend, and nothing could EVER break us apart.

I remembered one time when I was in 7th grade when three boys where making fun of my accent beacause I had trouble saying a few words.I just got tired of them talking crap and you know attaked. I was in the middle of kicking some serious butt, when out of my friends jump in out of no where beating up the other two boys, coming to my rescue.

Adrian snapped me out my thoughts by telling me we arrived at the school. Oakland High School and all its magnificince.I took a deep breath and grabbed both of my friends hands and took a deep breath, ready to head into school. When all of a sudden, Adrian snatched his hand out of mine.

"What are you guys insane!!", he growled

"What??" I saidbecoming offended.

"We can't walk into high school holding hands, have you lost your damn everlasting last mind we are freshman we are basically fresh meat .. Do you want to make it worst?!?!?!?!"

"Sorry, I was just trying to make it a little less nerve wracking you big baby"

"Don't worry you big head when you're malled dont come crying to me"

"Listen you big kochon--"

"Okaaaay," Giselle interrupted "How about we stop before Taylor starts to really cuss in Creole.... Huh?"

The little dummie worrying about a reputation he dosn't even have yet stormed off.

I rubbed my temples, while 'Selle tried to take my mind of the argument by talking about John Legend ( my fav. artist). I sighed it was going to be one loong day.