One Last Dance

Chapter One

"Wake up every morning and tell yourself you're a badass bitch from hell and that no one can fuck with you and then don't let anybody fuck with you."

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I opened my eyes and realized I had a long day ahead of me. I needed to get up and shower so I don't smell when I go to the hell known as school. I'm not ready to walk in to the building that contains way to many hormonal savages that want to suck your ass or skin your face off. I'm just not ready for that enviornment after a nice, three day weekend. But sadly, all good things must come to an end.

I dragged myself out of the warm oasis and towards my door. I swung it open while I rubbed my eye. I turned down the hallway towards the linen closet to grab a towel to dry myself with after my shower. I covered my mouth with my hand as I started to yawn and reached down to twist the handle of the bathroom door but it was locked. Steam was coming out from the crack at the bottom of the door.
"Well then. I guess my plans have changed."

It looks like my brother decided to drag his ass out of bed for the first time in three days. He just went through a hard break up. She was cheating on him with me. Lol no, just kidding. She was cheating on him with her second cousin. Gross I know.

Since the shower was occupied I needed to change up my almost-daily routine so I wouldn't be late. I usually shower first then eat breakfast but now I'm forced to eat breakfast before my shower. Such an inconvenience, how could someone be that rude? I dropped my towel on the island stool and took the bagels out of the bread thingy. I popped them in the toaster and got the brick of cream cheese out of the fridge so it can soften for a couple minutes.

I was scrolling through twitter when I got the heart attack also known as the toaster popping. Every single time that little shit scares me. I grab the bagels out careful not to get burned and drop them on my plate. I grab a butter knife and start spreading my cream cheese. I love cream cheese so much. We always have a few bars on hand because I mound that stuff on top of my bagels.

After twenty minutes of heaven I grab my towel and head off towards the bathroom again. My brother, Xavier, got out five minutes prior to the last bite of my bagel, Oh such a wonderful and fleeting memory. I throw my towel on the toilet seat cover and turn the shower on. I start to strip and prepare my body for the scorching hot shower.

I got out a half hour later and started to get dressed. My hair is short, black, and a little curly. Unfortunatly I dont have rich, thick hair but I still have a good amount of hair, hopefully I wont start going bald at 25. I throw on a black t-shirt and a grey sweater over it. To match the top portion of my body I wear a lightwash pear of skinny jeans. For the finishing look I grab my black vans and lace them on my feet. My hair is still a little damp but it will dry on the five minute drive to school. I'm a senior and I have my own car. Now don't get the impression that I'm rich, I've been saving my money since seventh grade so I can get the piece of shit I call Beyonce, I shouldn't insult her in case she gets offended and breaks down. That would make this monday even worse.

I grab my backpack and head out of my room. As I hop down the stairs I yell a fairwell to my family and walk out the front door. My best friend Sammy is walking out of her house as well. She lives right next door and I drive her every morning. Don't get the wrong idea about me and sammy. She's a lesbian and eats pussy for a living. Sorry for my french but I couldn't describe her sex life any more accuratly than how I did.

"Morning Peter Pantsless!" She called across the lawn.

"Morning Jelly Belly." I yell back. Oh, and those nicknames are old childhood stories. When I was a little toddler I refused to wear pants so they, as in my family and Sammy, thought that Peter Pantsless was hilarious because my name is Peter and it sounds like a cheesy pun for Peter Pan. Sammy earned her nickname after she walked out of her house next to her pregnant mother with a balloon in her shirt. Her explanation was that they ate too many Jelly Belly's.

Sammy walked over and opened the passenger door. She plopped in on the black seat next to me. She reached behind her to grab the seat belt and I mirrored her motions as I buckled myself. I stuck the keys in and started the engine. Sammy reached for my radio and turned to Today's Hits Radio. Yay for me! I get to listen to Taylor Swift's song for the millionth time.

I made it to school without my ears bleeding, luckily. I parked a bit aways from the school because all of the teachers get the close spots. Me and Sammy got out and started our hike to hell.

"What did you do this weekend Pete?" Sammy asked me. I just noticed her outfit today. She was wearing a black summer dress with white daisy's all over it. She straightened her dark brown hair. A while back shaved half of her head so her hair doesn't take that long to do. Sammy also had her clear gages in. Now just beause she has a half shaved head and gages does not make her emo. Her gages are the smallest you can get and she shaved her head as a bet she lossed to none other then me.

"Oh just the usual. I went to all of the clubs and got laid every hour."

"When do you think he'll realize that that was just a dream?" Mine and Sammy's friend Cassie said as she walked up to us. Cassie is a short little cutie with black, shiny hair. She's Puerto Rican and will kick your ass if you call her mexican. Today she's wearing her black nike slides with tight khakis and a grey hoodie.

Cassie and Sammy started to laugh at Cassie's comment. We made it into the building and saw our fourth and final friend Zack talking to some teacher. Hopefully he didn't get in trouble twenty minutes before school even started. That would have to be a new record for him. We walked up behind them just as the teacher was giving Zack a pink detention slip.

"Wow Zack. Very impressive. You managed to get a detention before 8:00am." Zack just glared at Sammy in return for her comment.

"What did you even do?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Nothing. I just parked my car and walked up to the school. I got in and Mr. whatever his name is started yelling at me for parking in his spot."

"Well you know that the first billion rows are for the teachers even if there's only a few hundred of them." Cassie said.

"Well I'm not about to get to school thirty minutes earlier than I have to because the staff in this school is too lazy to walk." With that last comment Zack turned away and threw his detention slip out. We all laughed and walked after our friend. He's such a diva.

I made it to my locker and left my friends because theirs was further down hallway. I entered the combination and pulled the little handle thingy to open my locker. A bunch of books and papers went crashing to the ground. I forgot that I had to shove everything in there on Thursday because I'm too lazy to clean my locker. When do I have time to do that shit? I'm a really busy man and cleaning my locker does not fit the schedule.

I grabbed the books I needed and did the same technique as earlier. Shove everything in my locker, close it, and it's now not my problem until later.

Feeling satisfied with my handy work I went on to my first period class.