Making it.

Chapter 9 - That cocky bastard.

The next morning, I wake up right before my alarm rings and toss and turn in my bed, throwing the blanket off of myself and pulling it back on again until it is time for me to get up. Though this usually thoughtless action seems so hard to execute in this moment.

My sore muscles ache a little bit with every step I take towards the bathrooms, but it's not really something new to me. In fact, this is actually much lighter pain than what I usually experience after dance practises. I remember lying in bed with Milli all day after my dance competition and needing Sophia to serve us our food. Okay- maybe we did not need to have breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed, BUT you simply do not decline when something like that is offered to you.

Knowing that I could have it much worse than this right now, I push that little self-pity out of my head and quicken my pace before a long cue is able to form in order to get into the bathrooms, which too many students have to share at the same time.

What the hell are you playing on me? I ask my mind as I catch almost every girl that I pass giving me every possible kind of look between a simple once-over and a scowl. Did I somehow fall off the bed in the middle of the night and wake everybody up without noticing? My imagination comes up with various reasons to all the stares as I walk back to my room with freshly brushed teeth.

When I open up my closet, I take a quick look around and see that I don't have any more clean sweats left to wear today and it will be too warm for jeans. At least, this is what my weather app tells me, so there is a 50/50 chance that this is actually true. Feeling a tiny bit fancy, I decide on waring a plaid and tight-fitting skirt with a simple crew-neck long sleeve.

Once my outfit is put on, I sit down on my desk and use my handy standing mirror to put some concealer and mascara on. I haven't really put that much effort into my looks since I came to this school with one question I ask myself on a daily basis: who do I need to impress? And because the answer always is nobody, except myself, I do not see the point of waking up hours earlier to get ready. As soon as I finish with that unusual routine, I quickly put my greasy red hair into a ponytail. - Should definitely wash that today. - With one last look at myself in the mirror, I smile, take my bag, keys and phone and head out.

On my way to the lunch hall for breakfast, I look through my phone and check my schedule for today. I know that I will have to sit down for a few hours and catch up on school work because yesterday I was too excited for dancing to concentrate on anything related to homework and studying. Instead, I then talked with Milli and Simon for a long time to keep my mind, that was running a mile a minute, distracted. Other than that, I have my evening and night free which will be the perfect opportunity to do nothing, but I have a slight feeling that that won't happen tonight.

"Morning." I greet my friends enthusiastically while I set down my food and bag.

"Morning." Sammy and Luke answer as Amelia and Amanda are not here yet. Sammy looks me up and down one too many times and I cough to get his attention.

"Eyes up here, dude."

"I'm sorry. I just can't get my head wrapped around the fact that you are not wearing sweats for once. And on top of that are wearing a skirt."

"All of mine were dirty." I say with a sigh and prop up my head on my hands.

"Ahh. Well that explains it." He smirks at me and I slap his arm.

"Hey. Don't make it sound like that is the only thing that I own and wear." I cross my arms and see both of the boys raise their brows at me after their share of look of disbelief.

"I think we all know that nobody believes this statement one bit, but out of curiosity: Why do you wear sweats all the time? Are you one of those girls that is ashamed of their body and hides it behind baggy clothes or something?" Sammy leans forward on the table, showing genuine interest.