I never have dreams. Usually I go to sleep then wake up. Nothing exciting yet I'm so addicted to the feeling. Sleep helps me escape the reality of just life. It's also a great excuse for things. "Why didn't you text me back?" I was sleeping. "Why haven't you done your chores?" I was sleeping. It honestly makes me seem lazy at times but whenever I use the excuse no one seems to question me any further about anything.
Waking up to my alarm blaring on the pillow beside me, I quickly click stop on the bright screen. The noise makes me want to projectile vomit anytime I hear it.
I lay in bed for another 15 minutes which only feels like 10 seconds before getting up to get ready for school.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't wake up extra early to make myself look more presentable than usual since I would be riding with Jude Young to and from school today.
After doing my basic everyday makeup look I put on some black and grey checkered vans with baggy jeans and a tighter fitted pink top that I had very proudly thrifted a few weeks ago. Finally giving a layer to the outfit with an oversized brown jacket, that I decide to wear unzipped.
I go downstairs to eat breakfast. To be completely honest I am never hungry in the mornings and only recently have started forcing myself to eat breakfast so that my stomach doesn't growl in class. It is one of the most embarrassing things in the world. Not only is my stomach speaking alien all throughout each class but it is loud as hell.
Makes me want to permanently disappear from the face of earth.
"Morning Maive" I say towards my little sister sitting on her phone waiting for our mom to finish getting ready so she can take her to school.
Glancing over at me she gives a small smile saying, "Morning."
Looking at the time it's 7: 25, giving me 5 more minutes until I have to be in the car with Jude. I run upstairs to brush my teeth so that I don't have banana breath.
A horn honks 3 times right in front of my house, which I assume is Jude waiting for me so I sprint down the stairs. Pausing at the door to take a deep breath then awkwardly walking towards his car over analyzing everything my body is doing. I probably look so dumb.
Do I sit in the front next to him? Does he want me to sit in the back? Do I say good morning? What if he isn't a morning person? I'm not either but what if he's moody?
I open up the passenger door to the front and throw my book bag down on the floor before sliding into the seat. I smile at him as I go to buckle in my seat.
He has a really nice car. It's smaller and the brand is BMW, that's as far as my knowledge about his car goes. It's clean and smells like his cologne, strong yet subtle.
"Good Morning Rhiannon," he cheerfully hums.
"Morning Jude" I respond looking straight ahead.
He turns up the music before pulling onto the road to head towards our school.
Halfway through the 10 minute dive I decided I should tell him what to expect.
"I know my mom wants me to introduce you to people like my friends but I don't really talk to..." I pause looking for the right way to say I don't have friends. "Well, I only ever talk to my two friends and that's about it." I say.
"Huh?" he says, glancing at me for half a second then looking back at the road.
"What?"
He reaches over and turns down the music. "I was zoned out listening to the music. What did you say?"
