My Kind of Woman || BENNY RODRIGUEZ ||

three. enmity

Brring! Brring! Brring!

I groaned and stirred in my sleep, hoping that what I had just heard was simply in my head and not the agonizing sound of an alarm clock

I opened my eyes and turned to my right and found what I had been hoping wasn't there. I slammed the clock off and groaned even louder, and pulled the sleeping bag over my head.

After a minute of internally complaining, I finally got up and walked out, reaching the kitchen counter. On it I found a note left by my mom where she explained she had gone out to find a job and that she had been the one to leave the alarm clock by me to wake me up for school. She had also mentioned that I better go or else she's whooping me into next week.

I let out yet another exasperating groaned and let my head drop onto the counter. I finally lifted my head up and headed towards my room to change.

In there, I changed into a slightly oversized cream white short sleeved button-up with black straight legged jeans and black high-top converse.

I knew I would get some sort of looks for what I was wearing since it wasn't considered normal for girls to wear jeans as it was for boys, but I was too tired to really care or think twice about my choice.

I moved my long choppy layered hair to one side of my shoulder and attempted to put on my necklace that had my house key. Once I succeeded, I put my hair back, slid on my ring,

I jogged to the bathroom down the hallway, brushed my teeth's, applied some deodorant and grabbed my backpack, then turned and headed towards the door.

Right as I shut the front door behind me, my eyes landed on the boy across the street exiting his house who, because god hated me, had decided to walk to school at the exact same time as me.

I mentally cursed at myself, then hurriedly and sternly walked along the sidewalk, avoiding his gaze. Although I knew he had a good view of me since I was a couple of steps ahead of him on the opposite side walk, I had convinced myself it was better for me to be in front of him then the opposite. Out of sight out of mind and all that.

I had successfully reached the school's entrance and walked in. I was met with an office room to my right and one big hall right in front of me along with lockers against the walls and doors where I assumed the classrooms were. The place was surrounded by a couple of more students.

At the end of the hall, there was a wall blocking off from going forward with the choice of going right or left, where I assumed more lockers and classrooms were.

After studying the place, my body faltered towards the office where I had hoped I could get my schedule.

Once I had retrieved my schedule after having the most dull conversation with the office lady, I began to stroll down the hall in search of my home room.

Room 107, Mrs. Stills.

I had gotten a couple of looks my way, assuming they just didn't recognize me. I gave them a flat smile and continued my search.

I reached the end of the hall and spotted the number on the glass part of the door to my right to be identical to the number on my paper. I was one step away from reaching the door when I large commotion at the entrance of the school had distracted me.

Turning my attention to the people down the hall, I found a group of boys surrounding one boy in particular who had just arrived at the school.

Him. Of course, he's popular.

I studied the guys around him, a lot of them seemed sweet and not the typical "jock" type. As he walked more down the hall, however, a couple of other guys went up to greet him in that cool obnoxious guy way. Those guys did seem like the jock type.