Tainted → Justin Bieber

ONE.

L.

Last day of school.

That could've sounded like music to any students' ears. It meant the end of a drawn-out, dreadful ten months, and the beginning of endless summer nights and pure relaxation. For some people, like my best friend Amber, it meant visiting family out of the country. Partying. Hanging out. Hooking up. Anything that didn't scream school.

We students lived to hear those four words, even when the two "welcome back" were being spoken all over again. Sure, everyone needed education but waking up six in the morning and having classes nearly an hour long and everything else that came along with it was just completely debilitating. I couldn't wait to get out of here.

My eyes wandered to the large clock that sat just above my teacher's desk.

3:01 pm.

In just fourteen minutes I would be out of here and wouldn't have to see Mountainview High School for another three months.

"Isn't that right, Ms. Evans?" Ms. Montgomery spoke. My head snapped up at the sound of my last name. I had no idea what she was talking about, nor did I care. It was most likely a farewell speech. The same one I've heard in all of my other eight classes. I was so over it.

So I nodded my head slowly and rested my chin in my palm.

"Looks like someone can't wait to get out of here already." She smiled, a bit of her prominent red lip stick decorating her front two teeth.

I forced a smile but as soon as her back turned to the board, I allowed it to drop. I wouldn't consider Ms. Montgomery one of my favorite teachers. In fact, she was my least favorite. She was one of those teachers that nagged about every and any thing. If you didn't have your homework completed on time, if you came to class late, had your feet on the chair in front you, asked to borrow a pen or pencil, everything. A lot of people thought she was the way she was because she was in her early fifties and still wasn't married. I would be lying if I said I didn't agree with them.

At the sound of the bell, I sprung up from my chair and swung my backpack on my shoulder, nearly running for the door. I couldn't get out of here any faster than I already wanted to. I almost felt like running for the exit.

When I get outside I notice a guy named Noah who I've known since I was seven standing by the school's gate. I'd consider him my "summer best friend" if that was even a thing. He didn't go to my school nor did he live here. He was from Colorado and only came here every summer to stay with his dad and step mom, who happened to live two doors down from me. Noah took the place of my actual best friend who left for Puerto Rico every summer. It was a huge bummer not being able to hang out with Amber while school wasn't in session. Everyone in the world gets to spend the summer with their best friends. Everyone but me. What exactly did I do to deserve that?

"Couldn't wait until I got home I see." I smiled at Noah.

I looked over at the tall blonde haired, brown eyed boy as we walked. "I guess not." He shrugged. "How've you been?"

"Great." I merely replied. We walked down the quiet street that led to my house. It was actually a good thing that I only lived seven minutes away from the school. I could get there easily without having to take the bus or getting a ride from my mom or dad. I'm pretty sure I was the only junior in school that didn't have a car and I knew my parents were not going to get me one any time soon. I had crashed my mom's into a pole last year when Amber and I had came home under the influence after a party. It costed so much to get the front of the car repaired and my parents told me it was going to be a long time before they trusted me behind the wheel. I'm still angry with myself to this day. I always vowed to never drive while intoxicated. I didn't remember much from that night but if I did I might've had more common sense to call a cab instead. I'll admit, I didn't deserve a car but that doesn't mean I didn't want one.