Chapter 6
KIrsten's P.O.V.
I was brutally woken up by my alarm clock. It was constant buzzing noises from hell. I really wanted to turn into the Amazing Spiderman at that moment and smash my clock and have it over with. But that's not reality. I groaned, and switched it off. If a guy ever comes over, I'm hiding my clock. It is a cinderella one I have had since I was six. I'm surprised it hasn't stopped working.
"Ugghh," I mumbled sitting up. I went and looked at my cell phone, just tp catch up on tumblr and what not. When I pressed the home key, it showed multiple messages from Zoe.
"Ready?"
"I'm waiting outside..."
"Kirsten, we're gonna b late..."
"Hello?" Confused, I checked the time. My eyes adjusted to the top of my screen, 7:21! School started in nine minutes! I heard the doorbell faintly ringing from upstairs, and I basically trampled down the stairs and opened the door. Zoe stood with two Starbucks in her hand.
"You're gonna need one of these," She said, handing me a vanilla frappacino. I hate coffee, I really do. But the fraps from Starbucks always gave me a sugar high. I opened up the cap and chugged half of it down, and then groggily handed it back to her.
"I'll be down in five," I grunted, and I left the door open, so she could come in. I crawled up the stairs and my mom stood at their doorway, my mom in her pink robe, proactiv cream still blotched on her face.
"Late?" She asked, half smiling. I nodded with a weak smile, and went into my room. I set up my phone on my iHome, and played some Jonas Brothers. Don't ask me why, the song "Year 3000" Just gets me up and going. I felt the shivers down my spine as the frappacino went to work, the dusgusting taste in my mouth. I opened my window, just to feel how warm it was. It was mid temperature, around 75 degrees, a slight breeze. I slipped on an oxblood hoodie, a pair of shorts, and once again, my Dr. Martens. When I think about it, My Doc's are they only pair of shoes I have. Reminder to self- go shoe shopping.
I looked in my mirror, and applied a sloppy coat of mascara, the only makeup I wear. I refused to put my disgruntled hair in a "messy bun", as people think that hair style is cute. Besides, my hair is too thick to put into a bun. The only person who could put my hair in a bun was Zoe, once again, being he master at everything involving beauty or hair.
My only other option that seemed reasonable was a side braid. It worked out, because the side of hair I slept on had a weird flip to it. I grabbed my bag and shuffled downstairs. I had an itch on my leg, when I realized that my legs were stubbly. How attractive. I checked my phone, 7:26. That was literally record time. I should get an award. Which the only reward I got was a peeled banana from my mom as I hugged her and ran out the door. I hopped into Zoe's old beat up convertable. It almost reminded me of the car I saw in one of Harry's, or should I say, One Direction's music video. I forget which. I think it might have been multiple.
"Well?" Zoe asked as I buckled my seat belt.
"Well what?" I said, banana in my mouth.
"Did you search him up?" She asked, checking her rear view mirror and then looking over her shoulder to back up. I sighed with a smile.
"Oh, I sure did," I groaned. "I never want to see him again." I stated. Zoe scoffed, looking at me, and then focusing on the road.
"You didn't like what you saw?" She asked. Reality was, I did like what I saw. I loved every little thing. To his awkward inward pointing feet to his heart shaped lips. It just overwhelmed me. Besides, I didn't want to intrude on his love life with Taywhore Swift. Oops, who said that?
