((Drake's POV))
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! I'm going to be late for my first day back!
I jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom, not caring I'm only in my boxers since my parents are out at work.
Once there, I quickly get into my clothes, a dark red v-neck, some tan colored shorts to compliment my tan legs, black socks and my red vans. I also slip on my shark tooth necklace and a few thin leather bracelets for style.
Grabbing my comb I run it through my tangled blond hair then stick my toothbrush in my mouth, dashing to the door.
I'm Drake Johnson, star football player, schools favorite jock, soon to be movie star. I basically have my life set out for me, if I wasn't always late that is.
I jump into my expensive red sports car and drive off to school, not bothering putting on music or eating breakfast.
A few minutes later I get there and slide out of my car and to the doors of the school, not rushing since the principle basically loves me. Star football player really has it's perks.
Me and the principle have already went over me getting the spot before my tryouts, since its the middle of the year and I only left for a year. Last year I was the quarterback and he said I can here too, knocking the other person to a different place.
I walk into class calmly and look to the teacher, luckily my first class teacher is good and not like Mrs.Green . "Yo, sup new classmates, I'm Drake, Drake Johnson," I say proudly. Some of the guys remember me and jump up with the whole 'Drakes back!' and 'Good to see you man!' that the guys like to say when someone is gone.
The teacher settles everyone then point to a seat next to another kid, nerdy looking, telling me to sit there. I do as I'm told, not bothering to catch this kids name or anything.
Already knowing what the teacher is teaching, I sit back and talk to the guys behind me, some jocks. Now I regret skipping breakfast.
