Four high school seniors embark on a Spring Break trip to the mountains of Colorado that goes anything but right. With both metaphorical and literal roadblocks abound, drama ensues, relationships are challenged, and an unexpected romance develops th...
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This is without a doubt the worst day of senior year, and Isaac Brooks can kindly go eff himself.
As I'm walking down the hall to my production class and trying to resist the urge to scratch every spot on my body all at once, my eye catches Sierra hanging out by a locker. Her flowing black hair gracefully caresses her shoulders, and her new square glasses somehow make her even hotter. She's talking to Mason Menendez, but she's staring at me. HOLY SHIT, she's staring at me and smiling at the same time, and I have literal goosebumps. Deep breaths, play it cool, I can do this.
I've been lowkey crushing on Sierra ever since our first study session together, and I get the feeling she feels the same. As cliché as it is, she's not like the other girls at PHS and I feel like she's the only person who gets me. Is that pathetic? Maybe, but whatever.
I smile back at her, but in my distracted stupor I suddenly crash right into another girl in the hall.
"Oh my God, sorry, sorry, I-"
I look over and realize it's my sister.
SKYE: What the hell, Chase!? Watch where you're going!
"Oh, it's just you. I retract my apology."
Skye scowls and turns to look toward Sierra before looking back at me.
SKYE: Creeper.
"She was staring at me first and- whatever, don't you have a class to get to?"
SKYE: Don't *you* have a class to get to, jerkface?
We stare each other down for a second before I attempt to push past her, but she grabs my shirt sleeve and stops me in my tracks.
"Let go of me!"
I yank my hand away from her.
SKYE: Sheesh, I was just gonna ask why you're all red and splotchy.
"Because your idiot friend subjected me to an allergic reaction with his fucking glitter!"
I start scratching my arm which only makes it worse. God, I hope that antihistamine from the nurse kicks in soon.
SKYE: Maybe if you were a little nicer to him you wouldn't be in this predicament.
"Get out of here with your victim blaming."
SKYE: Just saying.
She turns around to leave. I mentally prepare myself to approach Sierra, but it turns out she's gone. Of course she's gone. Damnit, Skye.
Mason is still there, so I walk up to him. He reeks of cheap cologne, his long unkempt hair is greasier than ever and his scraggly beard still has remnants of toothpaste in it. At least he brushes?
MASON: Sup, man. Whoa, you look...sparkly.
I sigh.
"Not by choice. Leave it to Isaac to pull this crap first thing in the morning and make me parade around school all day looking like freaking Tinker Bell."
