He's Not Bad, He's Broken

Chapter 7 - Bipolar Arse

Beep

Beep

Bee-

I hit the stop button.

The first day of hell.

It's not like I don't like school I actually love it, but I hate the people in it.

Okay well actually hates a strong word.

I dislike them.

A lot.

Maybe these people are different from everyone at my old school. . .hopefully.

I climb out of bed-well not exactly climb, let me rephrase that.

I fell out of bed yeah, that's about it.

So, after that I groaned and got up.

"HEY RISE AN-your already up?" Kale bursts in and pouts.

"Yes, now why are you in here?"

"I was gonna wake you up." He whines, poking his bottom lip out.

Aww he looks so cute, like a puppy.

You must have eye problems if you think he isn't attractive. With his bed head, woah how can someone be that attractive. Remember when I said that he looked like a fit nerd? Well, I was right except the nerd part, but he is fit as fuck. He has a 6 pack and it is very noticeable. He might be the death of me.

Wait, I didn't reply to him yet.

"Get out." I say. Wow that was harsh. "Please?"

"Fine. Fine."

"I'm sorry by the way, I'm not a morning person."

"It's cool." Then, he says something along he lines of 'not like I should care, right?'

Then turns around, heading toward the door.

What does he even mean by that?

Whatever, I'm probably hearing things. Then, I get snapped out of my thoughts by a door slamming.

I look up and Kale is gone. Woah, is he magic? Wait. Nope. He was the one who slammed the door, now that makes sense.

I have my blonde moments a lot.

So, once I stopped daydreaming I get up and take a shower. I get out and dry off. I walk over to my closet in only a towel. I get my undergarments on and look for an outfit. I end up picking out black high-wasted shorts and a tank top with 'don't call me princess, cause I'm a queen' in hot pink letters. I grab my hot pink vans to match. I go over to my make-up department and put a thin layer of eye liner and some mascara. Then go and straighten my hair. When I finish I go and look in my full body mirror. I actually look decent. I go back in the bathroom and brush my teeth.

When I finish, I head down stairs to the kitchen for breakfast. When I get there everyone was already there.

I look at the twins and they look so happy. I wish I could be as happy as them.

I go and sit down, "Good morning, sweetie." Rose smiles.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?" I ask kindly.

"Good. And you dear?"

"Very well." And then we start eating again.

Once I finish I get up and put my plate in the sink and wash it.

Then a thought crossed my mind, "Rose how am I getting to school?"

"Oh, Kale will be taking you." This is not going to go well.

"W-what about the twins?" I ask hoping to get out of riding with Kale.

"I will take them." Damn it, I'm screwed.

"Okay." I swallow a lump in my throat.

"Is there a problem?" She asks, worriedly.

"Oh no, of course not." I stutter.

"Let's go!" Kale says, well demands.

I follow him out side and we stop at a Lamborghini.

Holy, shnizzledizzle.

It's a fricken Lamborghini, I've always wanted one.

This lucky son-of-a-gun.

"You have a Lambo?" I squeal.

"Yeah, now shut up. It's annoying when you do that. " He says.

Harsh much?

Great, I'm stuck with a douche.

Do you feel the sarcasm?

I get in the car and buckle up, "At least I'm not bipolar. " I mumble, so he wouldn't hear.

"What did you say?"

Fuck. He heard.

"I said, at least I'm not bipolar." I snap. He's really pissing me off.

"I'm not bipolar!"

"That's what they all say." I roll my eyes,

"You don't fucking know me!" He grips the steering wheel.

"I don't remember saying I knew you." I smile, innocently.

"Whatever."

"Cat got your tongue?" I fake pout.

"Can you just stop talking for five minutes?"

"God gave me a mouth for a reason, it's for me to talk." I smirk, talking to him like a 5 year old.

He doesn't say anything after that, and we just drove in silence.

I smirk the whole way to school.

I finally got him to shut up.