Miss Boebi

Chapter 6

*Ally's POV*

I woke up this morning to the Carmilla theme song. Today was the day that was either going to be the best day of my life or the day I die. I am so hoping for the latter with this one mostly because I'd rather not die at the age of 18. That would suck.

Since today is a rather special day, I decided that my usual attire simply will not do. When I thought about this I realised that all that I own is band t-shirts and ripped jeans, so looking nice today isn'y really an option I possess.

WAIT! I have a really cute black laced dress in the very back of my closet that i could wear with my vans. Oh, yeah. I got this.

I can't shake the fear and nervousness inside of me, though. Just thinking about all the possible responses I could get makes me want to just say screw it and not even show up at school at all today. I have to do it, though. Not only did I promise Both Taylor and Natasha, but I promised myself that I would do it. 

I'm really starting to regret all my life decisions right now. The face that I have to be early so that I'm the first one into the classroom doesn't really help the situation any further. It actually causes me more stress that I am equipped to handle this early in the morning.

I skipped breakfast this morning for my own sake because I might throw up and the last thing I want to see is my favourite cereal looking back at me. That would just ruin the bond we share and I don't think I'm prepared for that loss.

Beside the point.

I, Ally Hills, am about to ask my too hot to even be real English teacher, Stevie Boebi, to be my girlfriend. I have no clue how old she is, what she likes, where she lives, or what her favourite band is. Someone help me.

Making sure I have everything that I could possibly need, I head out into the garage and start up the engine of my pride and joy. Taking a deep breath I back out of my driveway and head back to school.

The closer I got to the school, the more I started to sweat. Ew, that's fucking gross, Ally. Get your shit together. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that I was really early. Students don't start arriving for another half an hour. I've got plenty of time to get in and get out before i die.

I step out of my car, locking it, and head into the building.

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Stairs are the worst enemy of every high school student. My fucking school has three fucking floors. Why? Why is this necessary, it just doesn't make sense to me as to why that needs to be a thing that happens. It's just so stupid.

When I round the corner, I come face to face with Stevie's classroom and a wave of fear washes over me and suddenly I can feel a panic attack trying to crawl its way up my throat. Quickly, I find a bathroom and check to see if I still look like a human being before making my down the hallway to where Stevie's class awaits.

I stop directly in front of her door, taking in a deep breath before knocking ever so lightly on the door. As I waited I heard small the sound of heels coming towards the door and I'm starting to grow more and more nervous with every click of those heels.

I look down to the doorknob and see that it's just starting to turn and that's when I turn around and walk away. I don't make it very far before I hear the sweetest voice behind me.

"Ally? Did you just knock on my door?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah, I.....woah." My jaw dropped when I got a look at what she was wearing. I was right about the heels, they were red and about 5 inches. She wore a beautiful white laced dress, exactly like mine, which I thought was just plain creepy. Her hair was done in tight curls and she had a black leather jacket over her torso.