Lost

Chapter 2: School!

Monday morning. Those two words are something you never want to hear. The bad thing? It's the first day back from summer break. As soon as I was awake, I was trying to go back to sleep. I tired to cover my pillow over my head, but shot up when I heard the loud banging of two pans. Now, who would be at my house at seven in the morning, banging pans together?

Carla. I loved the girl, really, I did, but Jesus. She just had to bang some pans to get me up, didn't she? "Wake up sleeping beauty!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. I groaned. "Why can't you just stay at your own house like a normal person?" I asked, glaring at her. "Because, someone has to get you up and going in the morning." She said teasingly as I got out of my bed, getting ready for another day in hell.
I walked over to my closet and pulled out my favorite pair of black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees, I grabbed a long white shirt that said "Paris" and tied it up with my rubber band, and then I slid on my black and white vans before grabbing my black leather jacket. I put on a little mascara and eyeliner, and Carla looked at me in discuss. "What?" I asked. She shook her head. "No foundation? Or powder?" I rolled my eyes. "Let's go." I said, grabbing my car keys.
I walked out to the garage and stared at my car for a minute. It was a silver mustang, and I was still surprised that I had actually gotten it for my birthday. We jumped into my car and arrived at the school in less than ten minutes, perks of living close to the school. Not really. We stepped out the car and looked at everyone. I could pinpoint the fakes, geeks, players, good kids, everything. But something was missing. The bad boy, Michael Young.

Michael had every girl on their knees, including me. Back in eight grade, Michael and I dated. I know, I know. Stupid. Carla made sure to remind me of that. I looked around, looking for him, but I couldn't find him.
I stared back ahead of me, and everyone was looking. Was there something on my face? I looked to my sides, but there was only Carla on my right. I turned around and nearly jumped out of my skin as I saw how close Michael was to me, without me noticing.
"Looking for someone?" He asked. I stared at him. Michael and I hadn't talked in a year. How was I supposed to talk to him now?
"Uh, um, yeah, you actually." I finally said. He smirked, "Can't resist this body, can you?" I laughed a little, he always made me laugh. I missed that. I missed him, but you didn't hear that from me. "Oh no. No one can resist that body." Carla cut in. He looked over at her, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Carla Montgomery. You know, I remember when you first moved here. Anyways, I should get going. Class." He smirked and passed by us.
Had Michael really just talked to me? I stood there for a minute thinking about it. Finally, Carla brought me back to my senses and I knew for sure, I had just talked to him. "Come on, we're gonna be late!" She said, pulling my arm. Did I ever mention she's violent? Very violent.
First period was the best period I had. Biology. Now your thinking, biology? Yes. I had figured out back in seventh grade that I loved it, and I have ever since. Even though we hadn't learned anything today, I still loved it. Just being surrounded by the equipment we would be using this year made me happy. That was rare.
Carla and I had the same classes-since she made the school give her and I the same exact schedule or threatened to do something, there was no telling was she threatened though. She was Carla. Mean, violent Carla. We looked around, and barley anyone was there. Early. Like usual, we were early, but she was worried about being late. Sometimes, I worried about her. Finally, everyone started arriving. I put my head down, but shot it back up when Carla slapped me. "What?!" I almost shouted. "Look behind you." She whispered, and I did.
Michael. Of course, I was sharing class with him. Well, it was only one class, right? Wrong. I had every single class with him, except math, when I could really use him in there because he would distract everyone and it would be his fault if the work wasn't done, so we wouldn't get zeros. But, no. He was in study hall while I was in math. Lucky.
The day went by pretty fast, and luckily the teachers didn't assign any homework. I know, 'No teacher assigns homework on the first day.' Yes, some do. Those are the teachers that have no life outside of school, and it kills them to not be able to grade anything.
Before I knew it, Carla and I were headed back to my house where we watched T.V. and played Just Dance 4 before hearing a knock on the door. We both looked at each other and went to the door, cautiously. I never got visitors, ever.
I opened the door slowly at first, but swung it open when I saw who it was. "What are you doing here?" I asked Michael. "My grandma wants to know if you want to come and eat dinner with us. I told her about us seeing each other, so do you want to?" I looked at him, shocked. "Um, Carla's here." I said, and he looked at her. "The more the better." He smirked and I looked at Carla. "Free food? Let's go!" She said, sliding her shoes on and grabbing her jacket. Idiot. I did the same and walked across the street to his house, did I mention he lived like 1 house down from me.
This was going to be....interesting.