Bad Boy Stole My Heart Book 1

Chapter Six; I'm Not A Nerd Stop Calling Me That

Ugh, Jake's music blared once again, totally interrupting my peaceful morning snooze. Rolling my eyes, I dragged myself out of bed, like, why does Monday have to be a thing?

Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom and went through my usual routine. I glanced at the mirror and adjusted my hair, trying to make it look somewhat presentable. After throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs.

The aroma of breakfast wafted through the air as I entered the kitchen. Mom busy at the stove, flipping pancakes. "Morning, sweetie," she greeted me with a smile. "Pancakes are almost ready."

"Morning, Mom," I mumbled, still half-asleep. I slumped onto a chair at the table and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess.

"Did you sleep well?" Mom asked, placing a plate of pancakes in front of me.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

Dad entered the kitchen, looking just as bleary-eyed as I felt. "Morning, champ," he said, ruffling my hair. "Ready for another exciting day of school?"

I managed a half-hearted smile. "As ready as I'll ever be."

After breakfast, I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. The school bus was already waiting at the corner, and I clambered on board, finding an empty seat near the back. As the bus rumbled to life and started its journey, I leaned my head against the window, lost in my thoughts.

School was the same old routine. Classes came and went, and the hours dragged on. During lunch break, I sat with my friends at our usual table in the cafeteria. The chatter around me was a mix of gossip, laughter, and the occasional burst of teenage drama.

As I looked around at my friends, I couldn't help but feel grateful for their presence. They were the ones who made school bearable, who turned mundane moments into memories. Our laughter echoed through the cafeteria, and for a brief moment, I forgot about the impending math test and the piles of homework waiting for me at home.

The final bell of the day rang, signaling the end of classes. With a sigh of relief, I packed my things and headed out of the classroom. My backpack felt unusually heavy, laden with textbooks and notebooks. It seemed like the teachers had conspired to assign extra work all at once.

I walked out of the school building and headed towards the bus stop. The sky was overcast, threatening rain. Great, just what I needed — a gloomy Monday afternoon. I pulled up the collar of my jacket, attempting to shield myself from the chilly breeze.

As I waited for the bus, my mind wandered to the upcoming math test. I hadn't had much time to study over the weekend, and I knew I needed to cram in some last-minute review before tomorrow. The bus finally arrived, and I climbed on board, finding a seat by the window. I plugged in my earphones, hoping some music would help me unwind.

When I finally got home, I dropped my backpack on the floor and collapsed onto my bed. The temptation to take a nap was strong, but I knew I had to tackle the math problems first. With a resigned sigh, I pulled out my textbook and started working through the equations.

Hours seemed to pass as I grappled with the numbers on the page. Frustration bubbled within me as I stumbled upon a particularly tricky problem. Just as I was about to give up, my phone buzzed with a message. It was a notification from a group chat with my friends. They were discussing the math test and sharing their own struggles.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the complaints and memes they were sharing. It was comforting to know that I wasn't alone in my struggle. With renewed determination, I continued working through the problems, occasionally glancing at my phone to read the latest messages.

By the time I had finished, the sun had set, casting a warm orange glow through my window. I leaned back in my chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Maybe math wasn't my favorite subject, but with a little persistence and the support of friends, I could tackle even the most challenging problems.

As I closed my textbook and stretched, I realized that tomorrow was a new day — a chance to face whatever challenges came my way. With a smile, I set my alarm for the next morning and crawled into bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but hope for a bit more sunshine in the day ahead.

Author Note
I had a significant struggle with this chapter, editing it around five times. Any feedback, likes, or comments would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.