Bumping Into You

~Chapter 1~

Ophelia's POV

My alarm blares loudly as I roll over to check my phone.

7:30am

I groan and get out of bed walking to my bathroom to take a quick shower with my music playing louder than my alarm had. It's my last year of high school, I think while rinsing my hair. I quickly finish up, dry myself, and stroll back into my bedroom, towel wrapped around my torso.

Walking to my closet, I pick out a loose fitting band tee crop top and my favorite blue 90's boyfriend jeans. Ironic since I will never have a boyfriend.

I grab a jacket to put over in case it's cold before grabbing my phone and other essentials and heading down for breakfast. My mother greets me with a plate of "celebratory" pancakes. Mom thinks it's exciting that me and Orion are seniors now. That's probably because she is excited for us to move out, start our own lives, and so she won't have to take care of us anymore.

Speaking of Orion, I'm not surprised to find him absent in the dining room and before Mom could say anything, I speak up, "I'll go get him up."

Mom nods and mouths a 'thank you' as I run up the stairs. Arriving in front of his door I not-so-gently kick it open and walk in.

"Orion, get your punk-ass up. I'm not being late because you decided to stay up 'til 3am on FaceTime with Rosalie."

He grumbles something before rolling over and continuing to snore. I walk closer and grab his water bottle off his nightstand. Unscrewing the lid, I lean the half-full container over his head. "I'm serious," I state. He rolls back over and looks at me, his sleepy eyes soon filling with panic as he realizes the bottle that is dangerously close to spilling over his head. "Okay, okay. I'm up! Now, get out so I can change," he scoffs before I set his water down and leave the room.

Walking back downstairs, Mom gives me a look. "What is that face for?"

"What did you do to get him up?"

"Oh, you know. Gently coaxed him awake and threatened to spill water all over his head," I smile as Mom gives me a warning but amused look.

Soon enough, Orion is jogging down the stairs and grabbing a plate from our mother. He mutters a 'thank you' and takes a seat. He glares as I smirk from across the table.

"I'm leaving in 7 minutes. So be ready and in the car by then," I tell him, not looking up from my phone as I scroll Instagram.

"What is with you and being oddly specific? And I have my own car, I can drive myself."

"True, but 'what if Rosalie what's to go on a date right after practice or something,'" I quote him from last year, chuckling as he begrudgingly agrees.

"Lia, please take this bag of cookies to Ms. Spencer, tell her it's me making up for missing our date."

"Kay, I'll tell her you said 'hi' too."

"Thanks! You two have fun today! Also Ry, you have a minute to get in the car."

We quickly run out to the car and I shove the cookies in Orion's lap before starting it and backing out of the driveway.

And no, our mother did not have an actual date with Ms. Spencer. They are best friends, both are married or had been married to other people, men, but they think it is cool to call their get-togethers "dates." Mom had missed their last coffee date because of work and the only way she could think to make it up to anyone when she missed something was with apology-cookies. They are her specialty. I think people want her to bail because they want those cookies. Wouldn't surprise me if that is the case, anyway.