"Your smoking weed?"

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I wake up to my alarm pounding at my ears again, i groan and i look at the time. 6AM, ugh i need to get ready for school. I do my usual routine for school, makeup, hair, outfit and the most important thing...blunt! I choose a basic outfit for today, a white top with a grey jumper, some flared miss me jeans and some converse with some jewellery.

- my outfit of the day

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- my outfit of the day

I play my music and smoke to get in a good mind set for the day, if im upset in the morning then i know it's gonna be a bad day. I always try to get myself in a positive mood because if i don't then I'll be in a low mood for the rest of the day or at least the morning. I then hear tom knock on my door, shit. "Hold on!" I shout as i open my window and try to get some of the smell out, tom knocks again and i groan, i open the door. "What?" Tom raises his eyebrow and looks down at me, "what's that smell?" My breath catches in my throat. "Nothing...it's my perfume." I say hoping he'll believe me. "You're smoking weed?" He says, his eyes poking a hole into my head. "What? No, I don't smoke weed." I say slightly annoyed. "Come downstairs for breakfast. I'll talk to you there." With that he leaves and walks downstairs. I just stand there and i mutter under my breath. "Shit."

I quickly compose myself and drown myself in perfume before going downstairs to the kitchen. I take a deep breath before walking over to the island and sitting down. Tom hands me a plate of honey on toast, my favourite. But how did he know? Ugh my father must of told him. I hesitate but i eat it, tom sits down in front of me and just stares into my soul. "Not even gonna say thanks?" He says clearly trying to intimidate me. I glance at me in annoyance. "Am i in trouble or what?" I say getting straight to the point. He raises his eyebrows and leans over on the table. "Oh? So you do admit to smoking weed?" I scoff. "Fine. I do smoke, but only in the mornings to calm my anxiety. So what? U gonna tell my dad?" I ask annoyed, tom puts his hands up in a surrendering position. "Woah, Woah no need to get all defensive now. I wont tell your father if you're not lying to me." He says coldly, i raise my eyebrows confused. "Lying about what?" He smirks. "Lying about using it for your anxiety." I get even more annoyed, why would I fake something i struggle with everyday?! "Why would i lie about that?" I ask pissed. "You have a short temper, don't you?" Tom says clearly trying to annoy me, I get pissed and i get off the chair. "Let's just go."

He shrugs and he gets up, i grab my bag and I leave out the door. Tom smirks and he locks the doors and looks around the area, scanning like a robot for any suspicious activity. He's satisfied and he unlocks the car, i don't get in the car. "Get in the car." Tom says firmly. "Im waiting for my driver." I say as i fiddle with my iPod. "You don't have a driver anymore, you have me. So get in." Tom says strictly, i scoff at him and i get in the backseat and i put my headphones in.
Tom glances at me through the rear view mirror again, I ignore his gaze and continue looking out the window. Then we get to the school, i unbuckle my seat belt and go to get out the car. Tom does the same. "Woah, where are you going?" I say confused and defensive. "I'm coming with you." Tom says as he scans the school and the students through the window "what? No, you're not coming with me." I say firmly but quietly not to cause a scene. "Yes i am weither you like it or not, im your bodyguard melody. Not your driver." Tom says, i take a deep breath. "I'll shout." I say to tom but he just chuckles. "Shout and I'll have your father come deal with you. Yeah, i know how much of a little shit you are so don't you dare try it with me." He says firmly and coldly, i bite my lip trying to hold down the anger. I know i wont be able to win this one so i have no choice but to let him stay with me. I sign angrily and i put my bag over my shoulders as i open the car door completely and get out almost slamming the door shut.

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