So Are We Suppose To Fall In Love Or What?

II

The sound of the deafening alarm clock echoed in the room. I sit up, still feeling groggy from my sleep when I smell the usual savor of breakfast downstairs.

"Honey! Come on, it's almost 7!" The faint sound of my mom's voice projected from the kitchen.

I sit up and examine the room, looking for my phone, which isn't on my bedside table.

"Where the fuck is my phone?" I whisper lowly to myself (a habit of mine that helps me concentrate).

I rush over to ny closet, pulling out a pair of jeans, a white crop top, a leather jacket, and the white Steve Madden pumps my mom bought me last year so that I could put it to good use.

I immediately put those on and I carry the jacket and the pumps on my way downstairs.

"Okay, here your pla-" she turns around and sees me holding the expensive shoes she gave which more or less probably gave her a heart attack. "Oh my god! You're finally gonna wear that!" she screams excitedly.

"Yeah," awkwardly replying and placing the item down on the couch and hopping in the kitchen stool to eat.

I put on my jacket and shoes, checking up on myself on the little mirror in the living room. I waved goodbye to my mom as I unlocked my car and got inside.

"Ghost" by Halsey started playing through my stereo which is probably the best song ever in the face of the planet. Her lyrics really get to me in a way that it feels like every emotion is present in it.

I reach for my phone placed in my back pocket, searching for it in every place possible on my body.

"Shit shit shit shit," I mumble to myself as I gave up since I was literally across my school right now.

I unlock my car parked on the parking lot. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I don't have a driver's license but instead, I have this student license thing that allows me to drive at an age of 16.

The hallways are crowded as usual and I'm still grumpy because of my phone.

"Hey," a man's voice creeped beside me.

I turn around to see who it is, and found out that it was Matt.

"Hi Matt," I replied, twitching a small smile.

"It's uh Michael, Michael Mancari," he corrects me.

Michael was one of the popular tumblr boys sharing a cafeteria table with me and but isn't that famous as the jocks sitting across of ours.

"So, sorry about yesterda-" he mumbles.

"Oh my god, cut it out. I said it's fine, don't worry." I say, cutting short the awkward tension between us.

"I'll walk you to class, and I found your phone after detention. You left it there," he adds while intertwining our hands and winking at me.

Oh, he's kinda like a player.

He's also a silent bad boy, labeled by the people around me. I see him making out with some random chick in the ladies' bathroom last week so that's that. He's tall, around a foot taller than me, and since I'm 5'6, guess his.

"Thanks," reaching my hand out for my phone and taking it from him.

He nods and walks a few doors forward and waves at me.

I close the door and sit on my usual chair placed in the middle back-ish.

A few minutes later, our teacher FINALLY arrived with a stack of books, scarring me at the sight.