M, actually.

Day one

        Deep breaths, in and out. You'll get through this I recited to myself as I neared my car door, looking down at the pavement. My hand extended to greet the handle of my car door as I clutched it so tight my knuckles turned white. Usually I didn't mind first days of school, I even tended to enjoy them. But this school year had already started off to such a rocky beginning. Not only had my best friend in the whole world been expelled on the last day of school last year, but it was all my fault. I opened the car door to hear a familiar voice echoing from the end of my driveway. 

        "Hey Em, you seem kind of down." I looked to the origin of the sarcastic voice to find not only Mike Fitz. My heart suddenly started to beat at a million miles per minute, what should I do? I decided to ignore him and subtly slide into the driver's seat as if I had heard nothing. My plan was going smoothly until he decided to climb into the passenger's seat. 

        "What's wrong Ema, you're not happy to see me? You're not the only thing down today, im missing some action." He smirked as his hand leisurely slid to my lower thigh and squeezed before promptly removing it and positioning it on his lap.

        "Mike, I don't have time for this.. I'm going to be late." I bit back as I rolled my eyes at how suddenly my morning had shifted. 

        "So what? I mean what's the worse that could happen.. you could get expelled?" He chuckled.

        "Not funny Mike, what the fuck has gotten into you? Why are you being like this?" 

        "Into me? Nothing. But I have been getting into a few places this summer, If you know what I mean." Mike laughed, his joke appearing ammusing to himself. Once again I rolled my eyes.

        "UGh, gross. Too much information!" I giggled, I literally could not resist his fuckboy humor. To which he responded in a chuckle right back. My first day of my last year in high school and I had expected to spend it all with this dipwad in the passanger seat of my Jeep and we had gone and fucked it all up. I started up my car, reminiscing about what had happened just a couple months before... 

        It was the last day of junior year and Mike and I had decided to pull one of our signiture pranks on the Principle, Mr. Shneiger. We rigged his whole office with a bunch bubble wrap (unoriginal I know, but still fricking hilarious), but right as we finished setting it all up Mr. Shnieger walked right in and saw the whole thing. Me, I was off the hook since it was my first time getting in trouble, but Mike was absolutely fucked since he has already been caught skipping class, smoking on school property and doing countless amounts of misdemeanors before. It was literally all my fault too since I was the one who had begged and pleaded for him to pull it off with me, he just wanted to end the year on a good note. Afterwards, that whole summer, he didn't speak to me once. I remember one night he snuck in my window like the millions of times before to tell me he was leaving, but since then ... never again until now. Finally we arrived at the entrance of the school, I stopped the car for a second and glanced over at Mike. 

        "So uh, what now? You kind of have to get out. I have five minutes to make it to homeroom"

        "Enough to squeeze in a quicky?" He winked and laughed to himself. It was rediculous how much sexual humor he directed towards me, considering we had never as much as hooked up. I had zoned out for a bit and was brought back only when I realized he was about an inch from my face. "Tell me you're going to miss me, you know you are, you might as well just say it." He looked up at me smiling contently at himself, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I looked away to avoid him spotting how hard core I was blushing, and managed a laugh and create sarcastic comeback.

    "And why would I do that?" I smirked up him. "You're gonna go off and have your wild aventures with your new private school girls, and everyone knows their as easy as the japs in our school!" My stomach became uneasy as I started picturing Mike flirting with those snobby, rich girls with their intricate eyebrow shapes and pools of money. Needless to say I wasn't very pleased about it, I felt super protective about him. He was like ... my brother? No that's not it. I mean usually that's how I would describe him, but that word doesn't seem appropriate now. He frowned and slowly inched his face away from where mine used to be.

        "Oh, then I guess this is goodbye. I'm going to miss you Emma." And before I could respond he was out the door and out of my life, once again.

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        "Mrs. Winston! Pay attention please, this is an AP class and even though this is the firs day I won't have you slacking off!" scram the teacher that I was supposed to be paying attention to. I shook out of the deep thought I was in and decided to jump into the class half way through it, even if I was sufferring my GPA didn't need to be. 

        "Hi, what the hell is going on with you today?" Whispered Kat from the seat next to me. Kat had been my girl best friend for as long as Mike had, she was the subsequantial third wheel to our Oprah and Gayle. The only difference was that she had known about my obvious crush on Mike. She would always console me whenever he added onto the never ending fuck list he had, and convince me that I was 10 times better than those girls and that the only reason we weren't together was because I never told him how I felt. Katerina was my rock and I was always grateful to her for that. 

        "I saw him..." I stated back, ominously. 

        'Him?" She questioned, until a look of utter disbelief replaced her confusion. "You did not! How could you not tell me.. Hello I am supposed to be your best friend here!"

        "Oh shut up! It's not like you have spilled the beans about that sexy Italian guy you fucked over the summer. I had to find out from YOUR SISTER!!" I shot back, this summer Kat went to Europe with her twin sister Kathy, which was yet another reason I had been so alone this summer, between her crazy character and Kathy's incredible talent of getting drinks and spliff from any desperate, horny guy... I doubt they had anything but a good time. 

        "Alright, alright. Guilty. But after all-"

        "Ladies you are interrupting my class!" Interjected the teacher again.

        "Yeah alright my bad Ms. P" aplogized Kat, followed by her mouthing the words we'll talk about this later. 

        When the bell finally rung Kat and I walked hurridly over to my car as she spilled all the juic details about her trip. Turns out the one-nighter's name was Francisco, a 6-foot-something Italian god (and that wasn't the only tall thing on him ;). I eagerly listened to her story all the way to her driveway, devouring every last word with an evident jealousy. 

        "Okay, one I hate you for not bringing me alone, and two how the hell do you bag an Italian hottie and steal a vespa all in one night? You're stories are legendary." 

        "I know!" Kat exclaimed rolling her eyes in her own profound glory "Next time you're coming for sure, and you can bag your own Italian hottie." We both laughed at the thought of it. God, I had the coolest friends. Just as she was about to get out of the car Kat looked back at me and mentioned, "Hey you never told me what happened with you and Mike, come inside and we'll talk about it."

        "You know I would, but I have a shit ton of homework to do." I lied, I hated telling other people about my problems.

        "Even though I know that is a big, fat lie considering it is the first day, I'll let it slide since I know how you are with him. Bye Emi, and remeber boy problems are soo temporary." She shut the door and made her way inside. Temporary, if only she was right, but this was so close to spiraling out of control and I didn't even know it yet.