He lowered his head towards me, a cocky grin spreading across his lips as he raked his eyes across my body before landing them back on mine.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance before averting my eyes, ignoring the blush that threatened to run across...
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CHAPTER TWO IRRITATING PRINCIPAL'S!
SCHOOL IS TRAUMATIZING.
Not was, as in past tense, I'm still undergoing the torture that is school. Not only am I forced to wake up at the first sign of light ( sometimes there is no light! ), they also force us—me in particular—to sit in a classroom stuffed with people I could honestly care less about. Too many obnoxious kids in one place made my nose feel all stuffy.
First days of school are always hectic, someone's always late—Soleil, that girl does not have an alarm—while others somehow forget exactly what day it is. I huffed a breath of relief as I took the last step off the stairs, my stomach felt cramped and the turtleneck I wore did nothing but compress my breathing ability. My neck felt sweaty, my curls too much; all I wanted to do right now was cut them off.
My only friends: Soleil and Fallon were nowhere to be found. One was still at home, having forgotten about her alarm. The other skipped the first day for a figure skating competition, leaving me in this compromising position where I had no one to talk to. Obviously I had the random classmates that I could hold a decent five minute conversation with but that was all. I also was not going to follow a random girl I spent five minutes talking with around the school like a lost puppy because the only friends I had were gone.
Come on, I at least had self-respect.
Plus, on the bright side, Soleil would be here by the end of lunch so I wasn't going to be by myself for the entire day.
Brushing a stray curl out of my face, I tightened my hold on my backpack. My back hurt and I was only three hours in. How I hate school. As if things couldn't get any worse, the sight of a couple having a full blown make out session on my locker was downright horrifying.
See, I want to have my first kiss, totally! But not to the point where he's shoving his tongue down my throat in front of everyone! That's a big, fat, no.
Letting out a harsh sigh, I walked closer. Mentally preparing myself for the awkwardness that was bound to come out from the interaction.
"Excuse me, can you guys please move?" I ask politely, keeping my voice at minimum volume. I didn't need to draw unnecessary attention onto myself by creating a scene over nothing. It could be a mistake. ( Not really. ) The girl opened her eyes at the sound of my voice, staring at me before rolling her eyes. A scoff left my lips at her sheer audacity, never mind.
"Move." I say, opening my locker and using it to shove both off them away, a faux smile on my lips as I do so. The girl lets out a loud yelp ( I didn't even push them that hard, overdramatic much ), gathering a small amount of attention before giving me the middle finger. I roll my eyes in return, "the audacity of people these days."
