Complicated Things

One| Bad Days And Endings.

I groan, staring at my reflection in the rearview mirror. My auburn hair is a tangled mess, and my golden brown eyes looks exhausted. I have been looking forward to a relaxing morning, but now my day is already off to a terrible start.

Sighing, I recline in my seat, my eyes fixed on the students occasionally passing by my car, oblivious to my state. I grab my coffee from the cup holder, only to realize that the stupid guy had gotten my order wrong because he couldn't stop checking out a certain 'chick.' The bland cappuccino makes contact with my lips before I realize it, and its entire contents spills down my favorite tee.

'Seriously?!' I exclaim, frustration boiling over.

'Can this day get any worse?' I mutter to myself. 'I hate Mondays, schools, stupid coffee places. Generally, I hate life.'

I swerve past Cearra, my best friend, in the crowded parking lot. The sun glinting off the windshields of the cars. The school building looms in the background, its brick facade looking imposing and unforgiving.

'Well, good morning to you too,' she says sarcastically, balancing her backpack on both shoulders.

Her bright blue eyes sparkle with amusement, her curly red hair bounces as she moves.

' Sorry, good morning,' I reply, my voice laced with tiredness . 'I'm just having a really bad day.' I say, replacing the books in my locker.

'Explains your outfit' she says, giving me a once-over. Her petite nose scrunches up in distaste.

'Going through a hipster phase?' She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow.

I managed to hide my hair under a beanie, replacing my coffee-stained shirt with an old one I found in my car. It is a little worn out, but it is better than wearing the sticky tee.

'No, it's just a really bad day,' I say 'And I have this feeling it's only going to get worse.'

'It's not going to be,' she says. 'You're being delusional.'

'I'm not,' I begin to say before I notice it. Cearra is beautiful, with porcelain skin and full lips that curves upwards in a perpetual smile.

I study how her red hair hangs in loose curls, almost reaching her shoulders. She has no makeup on, except for a little lip gloss and probably some mascara. She is wearing a cute top with a V-neck, showing just a tiny bit of cleavage. The jeans stick to her skin, accentuating her curves perfectly.

'You have a date?' I gasp, covering my mouth. Lovesick Cearra is the worst, always planning stakeouts, spending nights in bushes, and sneaking into parties. Let's just say that isn't my favorite person when she is in love.

'It's that cute nerd Jamie,' she says quickly. 'He plays chess.' She says it with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

'Chess? That's a new low,' I tease, and she playfully smacks my arm.

'So what's the over-the-top devious plan?' I ask, tugging my tee lower.

'Nothing evil,' she says. 'A double date at this new bowling place.'

'No,' I say firmly, shutting my locker.

'Oh, come on,' she says. "It was really hard before he said yes.'

She places her hands on my shoulders, preventing me from getting away.

'No, I'm not going.' I say, removing her hands and walking away quickly.

'I'll take it as an early birthday gift.'

'Your birthday is in six months, and no.'  I say, stopping to give her a straight face.