This Feels Cliche

Chapter One

       I shudder as I walk out of my room; my mom is passed out cold on the couch. I debate on whether I should go for breakfast or get the hell out of here.

     Apparently, I am debating for too long, because my mom wakes up and looks at me with that look. I feel my heart drop down to my stomach, and suddenly I'm not hungry anymore. Her eyes are dull with the distant look of an addict.

            "Did you wake me up?" She slurs, standing up.

          I hate when she acts unpredictable like this. I can't tell if she wants to beat me or hug me. "No, mom."

         "Then what woke me up?" She says, stumbling towards me.

        "Sometimes people just wake up. It's how the body works."

        "Do you have school today?" She asks, her voice fried from twenty years of smoking.

         "Yes. It's Tuesday. I need to go or I'll be late."

        "Bring home some dinner." She says, laying back down on the couch.

           I waste no time in getting out the door, hurrying down the street towards the school.

             It's my first day at a new school, and I'm definitely not looking forward to it, but it's better than the summer, when I have to constantly deal with my mom.

           I enter the doors and my best friend, Mae greets me with a hug. Mae has shoulder length wavy brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. She was probably around 5'3 and on the chubbier side. Timelessly cute, though.

          "Soph!" She exclaims as she wraps me up in a short-armed bear hug.

           I'm a near opposite to her, with my jet black hair and tall, slim frame. I thankfully look nothing like my mom, so I must have gotten my looks from one of the many men she hooked up with before she realized she was pregnant.

         Mae and I look over our schedules. We picked mostly the same classes, but only got Spanish II and calculus together. Literally my least favorite classes. At least I have her there to entertain me.

       After what felt like an eternity, lunch came around. All the tables were full except for one, which just so happened to have a certain unlikeable someone sitting at it.

            Logan Smith was a bad boy, by the definition. And not the sexy, mysterious kind. More like the quiet, weird kind.

           He had messy dark brown hair and brown eyes, and wasn't particularly pale or tan, just kind of normal. He never dressed up in leather or anything, thank God. He was objectively hot, but not my type.

           Since Mae and I had nowhere else to go, we sit across from him. He looks up at us. His eyes are kinda careless, and you can see the whites below his irises.

       "Hi!" Mae says to him, smiling brightly.

         "Hey" he says back, his tone questioning.

      "Logan, right? I'm Mae and this is Sophie."

          "Right." Logan mutters, going back to eating, looking at his phone.

           "I heard that Emma and Max broke up." Mae says, diverting her attention back to me.

           "Are they the ones that were dating for like, 8 years?"

            "No, they're the renowned freshman and senior couple. Zoe and Zone were the ones that were dating since they were 10! They're seniors now!" Mae says, awe clear in her voice. We were juniors.

          "Hey, aren't you a senior, Logan?" Mae asks.

          "Yeah." Logan says, looking back up at us.

         "Do you like boba?"  She asks.

         "Never had it." He responded, not seeming to be fully listening. His lack of common social courtesy kind of scared me. He could at least make an effort to act like he cared what Mae was saying.

         "That feels illegal. We have to take you."

         "No thanks"

          "No, we're taking you. After school today, meet us at the fire hydrant."

          Logan says nothing, clearly more focused on his phone.

          Soon enough, the end of the day comes. I don't actually expect Logan to be there, waiting at the fire hydrant, but he is.

          "Woah, you actually waited!" Mae sounds equally surprised as I feel.

          "You didn't really give me a choice." He says.

          "Cool! I'm driving!" Mae says. We all get into her car, me in shotgun, Logan in the back, and Mae, obviously, in the drivers seat.

           We get to the boba place and get our drinks, and then Mae decides that we also had to go to the cafe.

          I was fine with this, since I'd rather do anything but go home. Logan is a bit of a dick though. He doesn't laugh at any jokes or start any conversations, which kinda makes you feel like he doesn't care about what you're saying, which he probably doesn't.

          "What time do you need to go home?" I ask him.

          "I don't" he responds.

          "You don't need to go home?"

           "Yeah"

            "Won't your parents be worried?"

             "No."

              "Why not?"

              "Don't worry about it." He says lowly, leaning back in his seat.

               "Ass."

        I realize too late that I said that out loud.