the carpool project [mc]

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CHAPTER ONE / APRIL WHITELY (gif above)

"ahh shit," i mutter, losing track of the car keys that were in my hand a few seconds ago. after searching through a few drawers and cabinets i find them right in the open, on the kitchen table. i sigh, checking the time on my phone and seeing i would make it to first period right on time.

quickly, yet carefully, i scampered over to my car, throwing my backpack into the passenger seat and shivering slightly at my lack of a jacket. i had no time now to go back and get one, so i focused on driving like hell.

or at least, ya know, fast enough to get me to composition. with the ridiculous amount of red lights i hit, pregnant women crossing streets and old men driving, it was an understatement to say i was fashionably late. i mean, i had already missed a good chunk of class time. 

my untied converse echoed through the oddly empty school hallway. i felt myself raise an eyebrow at the lack of hormonal teenagers crowding the yellowy tiled floor and too narrow locker walls. sure, i was late, but there was always a few stragglers late to class, or ditchers etc.

i swing my backpack off one shoulder and quickly rounding the corner to get to first period while i still could. still scanning the other section of the hall- but no one there either.

"what the f-" i start to mutter in a low voice, but stop when i hit shoulders, rather brutesquely, with a beautiful human being. honestly, i had to take a moment.

he was tall. like, supermodel tall. his hair was better than mine and 2009 joe jonas' combined. he looked like he just came from 90210. can he surf? ooh i hope he has an accent.

he clears his throat. i swallow, and try not to blush—realizing i had been oogling over him in a silent hall for too long.

"hi, um, sorry." i say dumbly.

"it's cool. i'm luke." luke says in an australian accent. i almost dropped to a knee to propose to him.

"april whitley." i bite my lip, feeling so bad about myself. firstly because neither of us moved so we were incredibly close in a spacious hallway. secondly, why did i say my full name? it's not like he'd care about me anyway.

"so, april," he starts, and finally backs away from me to lean on the slightly ajar locker. oh my god, is he flirting!? i hope he is. i blink up at him.

"there's an all school assembly in the gym. you're missing it right now."

my jaw almost unhinges. no, i didn't really care i was missing it, but why didn't he say anything else?! anything remotely personal?! i mask my emotions.

"okay, thanks, luke. stay cute and surfery." i start walking away from him before sharply turning around. he giggles at me, squeezing his eyes shut. way to ruin your chances there, april.

"shit, sorry, i didn't mean to say that- i, hmm this is awkward." i announce rather loudly and scamper to the gym door, listening to his laugh echo out (mixed with mutterings of surfery.)

leaving my black backpack against the locker hallway i slip through the door and slide into the empty spot on the bleacher. our principal was standing in front of us at the podium, and you really had to focus to hear his voice through the terrible, low quality microphone.

"and so, students, since you refuse to give back to our enviroment, we are putting the carpool project for highschoolers and the enviroment savers club into order."

the whole gym went silent, and i looked out into the sea of cutely dressed preps, frat boys, jocks, gamers, and whomever else. everyone was probably thinking the same thing i was.

what the fuck?

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so, i missed something. actually, a few things. principal teggs continues to explain the carpool enviroment something club.

"based on your locations, the faculty has made groups of three or four students that are to carpool with eachother to school every day but friday."

if im being completely fair, i didnt see why this would have to be such a big problem. i just want to get to school, and if this would help me get there on time, im down.

girls in the front row were near tears, and guys were hooting colorful words towards the principal. yea, it would suck to be with an ex, or a burnout, or bitch, but so what? it was a fairly short drive.

i spun the ring on my right hand, eager to leave the already stuffy gym. i let out a loud breath.

"you will get more details, groups will be posted after school today, and emails will be sent tonight. active next monday. enjoy your free break for the next fifteen minutes." he finishes.

i quickly get up from my spot and get pushed through the flock of kids trying to get to the door. grabbing my backpack, i struggle through the mass, quietly listening to their chatter.

when i arrive at my locker, chrissy is already there. my locker door is open.

"babe, you gotta get to class sooner!" she exclaims as i near, smiling slightly. i roll my eyes at her, and unload my books.

"okay, mom." i laugh.

"so, what do you think about enviroment highschool driving club?" i ask after a moment of silence. she looks up from her phone and purses her lips.

"i dont know, i mean i feel bad for whoevers group im in. one, because nobody likes me. two, im a wreck in the morning." our footsteps are in sync as we push open the glass door leading to the pavillion.

chrissy carson lied twice just then.

everyone loves her. she's smart, friendly, a little athletic, slightly artistic, super social, and a great friend. (i dont know why she hangs with me.)

chris is also gorgeous. i mean truly beautiful. im so jealous of her. she always looks good, basically.

we sit adjacently on the green, cool, metal bench. i rest my forearms on the table and breathe in the fall air. i hear her click off her phone.

"are you good?" she asks me. i nod, without missing a beat.

"seriously? c'mon you can tell me."

i take my glance away from the light gray sky and orange trees, looking her square in the eye. "honestly im really stressed. but im fine."

she relaxes a little bit, but still seems on edge. i can hear her brown leather boots bouncing on the concrete.

i chuckle when i see luke cross by. he licks his lower lip and gives a big wave. i blush and shake my head.

"who is that beautiful piece of boy?" chrissy asks me. i open my mouth to lie that 'i had never seen him before', but stop and tell her the truth. after explaining the story her jaw drops, and eyes twinkle with laughter. i bury my face in my sweater paws.

"surfery?! oh my god, you nerd!" she's in hysterics, thick hair blowing in the wind. i laugh loudly along side her, not caring who was staring.

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