Princess Badass and HIM

Chapter 2

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

Why did Levi Hutchins ever create these damned things called alarm clocks?

"Uuugghh." i groan as i squint at the blaring light of the sun peeping from the my windows. I got up and checked the time.

7:00 AM and school doesn't start for another hour. What can I say? I hate waking up in the early mornings.

Who likes to anyways?!

So anyway I got up and walked towards my en suite bathroom and take a look at the mirror.

Wow. I look like I went to hell and back.

I washed my face and put the shower on, taking my dirty clothes off and stepping into the relaxing lukewarm water.

You're probably wondering what happened after our not-so-fail attempt of a school prank. Basically they all crashed into my house and we decided to watch a movie while pigging out on pizza, chips, popcorn, and soda but we stopped watching at the middle of the movie when new neighbors decided to move next door. We decided to stop the movie and play truth or dare because of our neighbors loud moving. Then the gang all went back home before midnight.

After my shower I wrapped myself in a towel and walked into my walk-in closet. I grabbed my high-waist, black, ripped skinny jeans and a dark grey loose cropped top designed with a skull in the middle with two roses instead of bones forming an 'X'. Then I slipped on my royal blue Doc Martens

What? I need to be comfy.

Then I headed towards my dresser and applied some mascara and eyeliner. The usual thing I put on, and applied a layer or two from my current favorite lip gloss, Baby Lips.

Now your wondering why would a total badass like me like lip gloss. Blame it all on Rebecca. She miraculously got me interested in these stuff. But lip gloss is as far as she can get. No more.

I packed my bag with a few notebooks, pens and chips incase I need boring class snacks, grabbed my leather jacket and went downstairs.

As usual my parents aren't here because of some 'business trip' they had to go on so I made my way to the kitchen and unsurprisingly, our usual chef Martha is here cooking up some breakfast.

"Hey Martha, which country is mom and dad on now?" I greeted Martha with a frown while checking on my watch.

7:36 Heh, new record Tori.

"Good morning to you too Victoria, don't act like a five year old with me because I know that you know they're just busy. And eat your red velvet pancakes or I'll eat them myself." Martha greeted back with a smug smile while handing me a plate and tossing another pancake causing me to roll my eyes smirking. This lady has powers. "And by the way, they're in China."

Unlike our other house chefs. Martha is the one usually around here with me in our house. Around maybe 5 years older than me, we both get along pretty well like normal teenagers. Except she cooks for me and I order her around. She goes to her last year of college during the night and works as our chef by day. I don't know how she can still compose herself like she doesn't sleep for only 5 hours every day.

I look out the window and spot a boy about my age walking out of his front door to pick up another moving box from last night. Hmm, he's cute. But no, I don't really care. So I was wolfing down my pancakes and cant help a moan escape.

"Mmm. thris is really grouud." I slur as I try my best to talk with my mouth stuffed.

"Oh shut up and eat Victoria." Martha teased as she handed me a glass if orange juice and taking a piece from one of the pancakes on my plate. She knows I hate it when people call me Victoria.