My eyes open. I hear a loud noise echoing throughout my bedroom. Still half asleep I sit up on my bed. I look around the room and see my clothes sprawled out on the floor along with my phone. The cause of the noise. The noise emanating from this phone was piecing my head like a fucking nail gun. I've never heard a worse sound in my entire life . I use all the force in my body to get to the edge of the bed, so I can begin my perilous journey to the phone. As soon as I sit up, the blood rushes to my head and the room starts spinning. The noise of this phone is literally going to make my ears bleed. I suppress my groggy ass self and stumble over to the phone and finally- snooze. A sigh of relief. I stumble back to bed. I'm so tired. I lay down on my bed, trying to savor the last peaceful moments of my day. I try to envision something nice, but I can't. I grab my phone and look at it. 7:47. It takes 10 minutes to get there. Okay. I can do this. I get up and resist the urge to puke. I put on the first outfit i see on my floor, a pair of jeans and a nirvana shirt. I run to the bathroom and pull my hair into a ponytail. Spray perfume. Pee. I'm still a little drunk. Oh shit. I wanna fall asleep. Walk into my kitchen, get a granola bar and two advil. I take the advil with some flat redbull. I leave the granola bar at home. Throw on my converse and i'm out the door at 7:53. Not bad. I walk into class 2 minutes late. Not horrible. A few weird stares. The professor gives me a disappointed look. I feel 16 again. He starts, and immediately asks me a question. Math is not my strong suit. Maybe because i'm gay. And plus, I barely had a chance to open my laptop. My cheeks get red. I thought professors would be a little nicer. "I'm not sure, im sorry." I try to have a mask of confidence. He looks at me disappointed once again. "You're late to my class and now you can't even answer this question?" "I'm sorry". "Why were you late?" "I slept through my earlier alarms." "That's not an excuse." "I know sir-" uUhm why did i just call him sir. This is one of those moments where I wish I could evaporate and never be seen by anyone ever again.His gaze into my eyes deepens and his face becomes stern. "Don't call me that. Sit down." I feel embarrassment pooling in my cheeks and I can feel the stares. I pull out my notebook and start doodling. I hear my phone go off in my bag. The professor shoots me a stark look of disapproval but continues teaching. Sorry. I stealthily pull my phone out and look at the text. why'd you call him sir 😂😂. uhm idk lol i was nervous. you look cute today. Just what I need right now. thank you I just picked the first things off my floor. you make anything look good tho🥺. Aiden makes me violently ill. He's the definition of an asshole. We made out at a party last week and ever since then he's been up my ass. Let me rephrase that. He thinks I like him. I do not. He's really hot but I don't wanna torture myself. The rest of that class is uneventful except for Aiden staring at me the entire time. Finally the end. I walk out and search for my friends. I know i'm close when I also start smelling weed. I see cassidy holding two outfits. "Professer merimack is grading on curve" "I know where this is going" I pick the sluttiest outfit. Why not go all out? It's a crop top, that barely goes past my boobs, and is pretty open as it pertains to the cleavage. And a little pair of booty shorts. I feel so exposed. But I look hot and this also means I'm getting a better grade. We walk into the room. I feel eyes all over my body. I sit down. Merrimack sees me and looks me up and down. She gives me a dirty look. "I've decided that this test will not be on a curve." She hands me my test dead last and says nice try. Okay internalized misogyny is not a good look on you. I look at my test. This is gonna be harder than I thought. Maybe I should have studied last night. Shit. I stumble my way through the test. I guess on most of the answers. Guess i'm not going to get a good grade afterall. I'm quite literally about to pass out. I close my test and walk it up to her desk. She looks at me with a stark look of disapproval. I shoot her a dirty look back and put down my test. She asks me to talk with her a minute. I wish I had the energy to listen to this old ass lady call me a whore and tell me I needed to be better, but I don't. After a minute or so of hearing this bitch lecture me, I've had enough. "Your point is?" I blurt out. Whoops. I walk out of the class. She looks like she's about to burn me at the stake.
