The Adjustment. ** editing**

Chapter 3

Morgan

"You got five more minutes Morgan." My mom yelled angrily from downstairs. I roll my eyes, ignoring her.

Ever since yesterday, I just hadn't had my head on straight for some reason. I've been doing my hair for the past thirty minutes because it isn't cooperating with me. I just decided to wet it and wear it curly.

I quickly gathered all the things that I needed for school, stuffing them into my bookbag. Knowing my mom, she'd probably leave me for real so I️ better hurry. I look at my outfit in the mirror, smooth out my maroon shirt then rush downstairs. I slip my black pumas on my feet then run to the car.

"Took you long enough." My mom said locking the doors after I got in and sped off.

About five minutes later, we arrived at the school. I take a look at the old run down building. It looked a lot more worse than I imagined.

Just as I opened the car door, I took a long hard look at the school and didn't want to go in. I close the door back.

"Do I have to go?" I look over at her with pleading eyes.

"Yes now get out." She chuckled. "I love you."

I rolled my eyes at her all of a sudden corniness. "Yup, love you too."

I sprayed perfume all over me before I had gotten out of the car, making sure I smelled right. I then looked at my mom before I got out of the car and walked inside the big building.

I found it quite annoying that everyone was staring at me as I walked through the crowd of people to get into the office. It made me way more nervous than I should be right now.

One of the people who work at the front desk guided me to my locker then dipped before I could even say thank you or ask anymore questions. She looked more so irritated than friendly. I would be too if I had to work with kids in this crusty ass building all day.

I place my book bag into my locker then grabbed my notebooks along with my binder.

"Damn." I heard a deep voice from behind me lowly.

I ignored it and continued fiddling in my locker until I see the guy lean against the locker beside me. "Hey sexy."

I gave him a stank face before turning back to my locker. As I observed his face, I noticed that he wasn't ugly but he sure was fucking annoying.

"Playing hard to get, huh?" He said, trying to sound smooth but it wasn't going for me.

"Can you move?" I say with irritation in my voice, watching him lean on the door to my locker.

He put his hands in his pockets. "Not until you give me your number."

I almost clocked him upside his jaw but instead I just sat there thinking of the consequences I have to face. I promised myself that I'd change and the worst problem I needed to work on is my anger issues.

"You bothering girls again bro? Man move." Someone says laughing and pulling him away from my locker.

Once the person and I locked eyes, my lips form into a smile and he hits me with that beautiful ass grin. It was Trevor from the Footlocker store once again.

"This is crazy how we keep bumping into each other."

"Maybe fate is trying to tell us something."