Breaking point

Perfect or fun

The sound of a beeping alarm clock awoke me, I groaned, rolling over and hitting the snooze.

A few minutes later my clock started beeping at me again, I pushed the snooze, burying my face in my pillow.

After hitting the snooze a good 5 more times, I finally dragged myself out of bed. But was jolted awake when I read my clock, 7 AM?! I'd over slept by nearly an hour!

My good girl rule following brain was thrown into upheaval, knowing I'd missed the bus and was gonna have a hell of a time getting to school.

By luckily my adventurous side remembered a possible ride to school, provided he hadn't left yet, Cole.

I got dressed at top speed, not really caring what I'd thrown on for the day. I grabbed my backpack as I raced out the door.

Lucky for me, Cole was just getting on his motorcycle.

"Cole! Wait!" I called as I ran toward him and he revved the engine of his Harley.

He glanced up, "what?!" He asked in an irritated voice.

"I need a ride to school," I admitted as I finally reached him, completely out of breath from rushing so much this morning.

Cole raised an eyebrow, "really? The school's perfect attendance girl missed the bus without any help from Ryan and his jackass crew?"

I gave an annoyed sigh, "it's a very long story, can I please ride with you to school?"

He rolled his eyes, "whatever, get on."

Oh thank god, I thought as I got on.

He'd worn a jacket over his v-neck today, so when he sped up and I held on tighter I didn't feel as stalkerish.

We rode in silence, not that we could've heard each other over the wind if we'd tried to talk anyway.

Once we got to school I ran to my locker and hurried off to class. I was amazed that I wasn't later then usual to first period.

As Mr. Larson babbled on about the essay we were working on, which I'd already finished, I thought more about last night.

What do I really want?, I thought as I remembered Danny's question, what was worth more? The thrill or staying perfect? The thrill was more fun, but this morning proved that my good girl habits were hard to get rid of.

After an entire period of thinking about it, I still had no idea. I trudged off to my next class, still lost in thought about what I really wanted most.

The class periods were a blur as I spent them all overthinking and rethinking. At lunch the jerk squad was MIA, probably off somewhere causing trouble. I sat down at my usual table, where only I sat since I didn't have friends.

I stared into space as I ate monotonously, still wondering what it was that I was seeking. I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice the person who sat down across from me until they spoke up.

"So, what's the story?" They asked.

I shook my head, bringing myself out of thought and back to reality, finally recognizing the person, "sorry I was zoned out, what'd you say?"

"What's the story?" Cole repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Narrowing my eyes, I gave him a blank stare, "what story?"

"You said it was a long story of why perfect attendance girl had missed the bus without help from the jackass crew." Cole explained, giving me a look like he thought I was stupid.

"Oooohh," I said in realization, feeling dumb, "that story."

He nodded, looking expectant as he ate his pizza.

"Why do you care?" I asked uncertainly, "why don't you just go sit with your girlfriend?"

He grimaced, glaring downward for a moment, "my personal life doesn't concern you."

"It does if you want to hear the story about mine." I argued with a shrug.

He shot me a dark glare but I persisted anyway, "I'll tell my story if you tell me why you care."

Cole rolled his eyes, glaring at me, "I dumped her for being a bitch, and I don't have anything better to do then listen to the reason you needed me to take you to school."

I was smiling on the inside, rejoicing that he was single, but was barely able to keep my cool on the outside.

"Fair enough," I shrugged, "I've always had a good girl rep, I get pushed around and bullied for it and I wanted to try something new so I lied to my dad and went out last night. I lost track of time while I was at a club with a stranger who took me on my first date and when I looked at my phone I saw that it was midnight and I ran all the way home. And you know the rest since you were there when I showed up on our street out of breath."

Cole scoffed, "that's all you did and you feel like you've somehow changed your good girl rep?"

"I snuck out, lied to my dad and went on my first date with a stranger!" I protested.

He laughed, shaking his head, "oh please, the meaning of a sneak out is that your parents don't know. And the fact that it was your first date makes you even more of a good girl."

"Fine! But I still lied to my dad! so that counts!" I shot back with an angry pout.

Cole smirked, "six year olds do that."

My jaw clenched, how dare he! It was still edgy no matter what he says!

"Well then tell me, Mr. bad-boy-know-it-all, what would you consider edgy?" I interrogated, slightly pissed at him for dissing my sneak out.

"Oh you couldn't handle it, trust me." he said with a mischievous grin.

"Yes I could!" I argued, crossing my arms.

"You wish." he said with a laugh, shaking his head.

I glared at him, "I could!"

"How do you know? I didn't even tell you what it was." Cole added with a triumphant smirk as the lunch bell rang.

He got up, heading to our next class as I sat there for a moment glaring at his back as he walked away. Now I had something to prove.

I can be fun and edgy! I thought in my mind with an angry frown, and since perfect has lost its thrill I guess it's time to try something new.