100 roses

Chapter 1

My sore throat hurt with every breath as the cold air entered and left my lungs quickly. Running was hard enough in summer, doing it in winter was even worse. However, I had to catch up with Finlay, he was such a fast walker.

"Could you maybe wait for a second?", I spat out, still sprinting in his direction. He abruptly turned around, laughing as he saw me. "God, you're out of shape", he cackled, "Just tell me to walk slower next time." As if he'd listen.

The hallways were full as always, and the running had been pretty exhausting too. All put together, this place was annoying as hell at the moment. The students were talking so loudly it felt like my ears were about to explode. I looked around the room as I leaned against the wall, knowing I had already lost Finlay again. A few eyes looked back at me, most of them were just scanning the room as well, though.

A girl with vibrant pink hair caught my eye, I had seen her quite often already, she was in 9th grade as far as I knew. I probably hadn't seen her more often than other students though, she was just more rememberable.

"Where the heck are you, Finlay", I groaned, giving up on looking for him in the hallway. His curly brown hair didn't seem to be in here. I pushed myself off the wall, deciding to go to class by myself. He was probably already there.

The shrill bell signaled that the lesson started anyway. Naturally, the other people had to get even more annoying too. All off them started running around and yelling goodbyes to their friends through the whole hallway. It was really getting on my nerves.

Someone even bumped into me, I would've tripped if they hadn't caught me. "How about an apology", they said grumpily before storming off. What the hell was that? I turned around and tried to make out who they were, but I could just see a back and a black beanie. Judging by the voice and the rather muscular back, they were a guy from 11th or 12th grade, like me.

When I finally got to class, late, of course, the teacher was already explaining something. "Why do you always have to be late?", she complained, looking at me tiredly. Damn, someone didn't drink their morning coffee. "To you a good morning too, Ms. Dylan!", I chirped happily, putting on my best smile. "Yeah, whatever. Sit down." I think no one hated me as much as Miss Dylan. This woman just had it out for me.

I went to the back, where I could finally spot Finlay. "Where the heck have you been?", he asked, mustering me skeptically. "I literally told you five minutes ago you walk too fast", I shot back, rolling my eyes sarcastically. "I saw a hot guy, though.", I told Finlay, glancing at him sheepishly.

"Could you two please be quiet?", Miss Dylan rudely interrupted us.

"Yeah, sorry", I responded as politely as possible for me. "Anyway, he had a hot back at least", I continued, clearly quieter. Finlay shook his head. "You can't judge someone's hotness from his back."

The lesson went by rather quickly. Considering I was watching Netflix most of the time, that wasn't a surprise, though. Maybe that was why Miss Dylan despised me so much. I did have good grades, though. She only taught English, anyway. Not saying that it wasn't an important subject, she just took it a bit too seriously. Especially since I was good at English and read all the important literature anyway.

"Let's go to the cafeteria.", Finlay suggested, already making his way to get there. "Nah, I'm getting some real food, I'm starving. You wanna go to McDonald's or something?"

He looked at me with an "Are you being serious?"-look, before sighing and going in the direction of our lockers. "You know we won't have much time, though, right? We only have an hour before PE starts."

"That's why I'm skipping PE today. I'll just say I have a headache or something." I smiled triumphantly.

"You can't do that every week. How are they gonna grade you if you skip every lesson?"

"Is that my problem? I'm not the one who came up with the stupid idea to grade a subject where you literally just do sports. No one can change their genetics, you know. Some people are just more athletic than others."

Finlay mustered me almost disappointedly. "If only you put as much effort in your studies as you put into justifying your lack thereof", he sighed. I laughed a bit at this statement. Somewhere he had a point. However, not one that was worth analyzing or even considering.

"Come on now, we don't wanna miss the bus." We hurried down the stairs after putting on our shoes. I was wearing my Doc Martins today, which was a bad decision In retrospective. My feet already hurt from all the running. He was right, thought, missing the bus would suck since they don't drive exactly often. Finlay really had to get his brother to let him borrow his car sometimes. Taking the bus everyday sucked ass.

We sprinted over the street, hoping there was no car coming since we ignored the red on the traffic light. The bus was already here, so we really had to hurry. Now it would be pretty practical to be as fast as Finlay. But if he would catch the bus on time it should be enough, he could tell the driver to wait a second for me.

Which was exactly what happened, because I gave up on running after a good two minutes. Why did the bus stop had to be so far away from the school gates? It wasn't even far from the school, just on the right side. "Hurry up next time, kids. I'm not waiting again", the bus driver scolded us, shaking his head before driving off. Would be funny if we were in the wrong bus now.

 Alright so here's my first chapter. Sorry if it's a bit rough, I haven't uploaded something on wattpad in like a year. I hope you enjoyed :) Leave a comment if you'd like xx