My Twisted Bad Boy #Wattys2016

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Nyctophilia

(n.) Love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

"Zara, if you don't get your ass up, I swear to god I will throw a bucket of ice over your head!" I shook my head and grunted once again. "Please, El, five more minutes." I begged my best friend who has to wake me up every morning, or else I won't.

"Girl, we have to be at school in thirthy-five minutes. I brought you breakfast and laid your clothes out for today. All you have to do is get your little ass up and get dressed." She screeched once again, making me snap my eyes open.

"What breakfast?" I asked muffling through the pillow. "Pancakes, now, chop chop. We don't wanna be late again do we? You need to stop staying up so late. You little night owl." Elliot said and walked out of my room.

Groaning one last time, I threw the duvet off me and rubbed my eyes while staring at the clothes that covered the black wooden floor. I really need to clean my room.

After staring at the ground for five minutes, most definitely rethinking my whole life, I grabbed the clothes Elliot chose for me and walked out of my room, into the bathroom down the hall.

I probably shouldn't stay up so late anymore, it's bad for my health and I can barely focus on school. I seriously hate the person who invented school, I waste so much time on learning things I won't even need in the real world.

Once I got out of the shower and got dressed into a simple white loose v neck and high waisted ripped jeans, I walked into my room to grab my headset, bag and phone. I quickly ran downstairs, I can taste the sweet pancakes already.

"Finally, you have to eat in the car, or else we'll be too late." Elliot said grabbing her school bag off the floor. With sagging shoulders and a pout, I followed Elliot out of my house and towards her silver Volkswagen.

"Anything happened during the weekend I'm supposed to know?" I asked Elliot who drove out of my driveway. I devoured the pancakes and moaned unattractively, her mom's pancakes are the best.

Elliot scrunched her nose at me, but quickly focused on the road again. "Well, if you actually walked out of your house and not only for seven eleven slurpies and food, than you would've known." Elliot said rolling her eyes.

"I'm an unsocial loser, we all know that already." I said with my mouth full. Elliot shook her head at me and turned on the radio.

"Well, there was this party you refused to attend." Elliot said and I looked at her. "So what? I strongly dislike house parties." I said shrugging. "I know, but some serious shit went down, there was this fight and bottles of beer, cans and even food was thrown around. Oh god, it was awful." Elliot said with a small smile on her face.

"So? Doesn't stuff like that always happen?" I asked her placing the pancakes in the aluminium foil wrap down and wrapped my brown hair in a lazy bun. It's school, why should I look good when I'm being there against my will?

"Yeah, but this time was totally different. A group of guys from the other town came, fyi they were really hot like Zac Efron hot, and they crashed the party. Literally." Elliot said and stopped for an old lady so she could cross the street.