Hello! I am the second author of this book and I will be doing Chandler's POV. My name is Sara c:
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*Chandler's POV*
School was for losers. I don't see the point of even going and learning things we won't even USE in life. I mostly went for the chicks that scamper around in short shorts and even short skirts and wore shirts that show way too much clevage.
"Chandler,get up! I don't care if you don't want to go this time!" My mother shouts from downstairs. I groan, irritated. Hangovers suck. Especially on a Monday. Sitting up, I rub my eyes of the sleep and stumble over to my closet.
Grabbing what ever was on top of the pile in my closet, I throw it on and walk downstairs to the smell of pancakes. My mouth pratically waters as I sit, my mom setting down a plate stacked 3 pancakes high. "Hurry. You're already late and it's your first day." She says sternly as Aether runs down the stairs. Aether is our pet cat and he basically never left my side.
After eating the pancakes, I slip on my shoes as I check my phone. 4 unread texts. All from Derrick, my best friend. I reply to them all and open the door. "I'm leaving!" I shout, wincing from the dull drumming of my headache. I walk out, shutting the door and walking towards the school.
After thirty minutes, I walk through the doors for Jensen High. The bland walls and annoying sound of slamming lockers ring in my ears as I yawn. This school was the pit of hell. The teachers are too strict, the students even worse, and it always reeked of old cigarettes and bad BO.
The warning bell rings, causing me to wince in pain once more. Never again will I drink on a Sunday.
"Dude, where were you! Josh texted you just now." Derrick was a tall guy, 16 years old and already had many tats, as I did as well. He needs a haircut, as he was always flipping or pushing his hair back. He wore a torn leather jacket, with skinny jeans and a white tanktop.
"Sorry, I overslept." I mumble as we walk down the hallway to math. The teacher, Ms. Ryans, would yell at me for being late, once again. Derrick smirked wickely. "Hangover beating you down? Told you that would-" I glare towards him as the final bell rings. "Shut up. Ms. Ryans is probably yelling now about us. Come on."
Derrick opens the door, Ms. Ryans pausing and glaring towards us. "Really? Again? That's the third time this week, Riggs! And right we were introducing a new student to the class!" I finally notice the short girl, shrugging.
"So? Who cares for a new student? Especially someone like that." The class giggles as I sit in my regular seat. "Excuse me, but I would like you to know, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean shit."
I glance towards the girl, smirking. Her long hair stopped at her thighs, causing her to look younger than she was. Her shirt showed off her tanned shoulder as her cheeks were bright with anger.
Great. A fiesy bitch.
