Empty Promises // s.m.

Almost Normal

"Paisley, hurry up! I'm not being late again." My best friend barked at me, running to the bus.

"It's not my fault you broke your car and now we have to ride the bus." I rolled my eyes and continued to walk slowly behind him.

"Just run. We have history first today and you know what happens when we're late." He ignored me and kept running to the end of our road.

"I don't care about Mr. Holt. I hate him and his ferret-looking face." I fold my arms across my chest and keep my pace.

"The bus!" He shouts, turning around and throwing me over his shoulder before running straight towards the other kids climbing onto the bus.

"Shawn! Put me down!" I slap his back, struggling in his strong grasp.

"You're too slow and we just made it on time." He slaps my butt and drops me in front of the open bus doors. I glare at him and climb on, finding an open seat. He slumps down beside me and checks his phone. Several YouTube notifications have popped up, revealing new subscribers or liked videos.

"Hey you're getting pretty famous there huh?" I joke, elbowing him in his side.

"I guess." Shawn shrugs.

"I think you sing like crap." I raise my eyebrows, causing him to look up at me in disbelief

"I think you smell like crap." He shoots back, smirking.

"Ouch. That hurt." I place my hand over my heart and dramatically sigh.

"You're being annoying." Shawn sits on top of me.

"You're crushing me." I mumble, leaning my head back. The bus stops, letting on the crew of so-called 'popular' girls.

"Reality check, Paisley. These seats are reserved for seniors, not freshmen." Waverly grins and passes us, winking at Shawn.

I shove him off and fold my arms. "Look what you did. You got me made fun of for your idiotic and unnecessary actions." I frown at him.

"She was just joking, right Waverly?" He looks back at her and she nods.

"Okay." I roll my eyes and lean my head against the foggy window. It's October and it's already getting in the low 50s.

"I think we should get some food after school. What do ya say?" Shawn asks.

"No can do. I have major studying to do for AP Chem." I shrug.

"Then I will bring food to you." Shawn grins.

"Pizza?" I look hopefully back at him.

"Fine." He smiles back and stands up as the bus comes to a stop. Time for hell.

We each climb off and head into the school, people stopping to meet up with their friends or to get stuff out of their locker. I slowly stroll to mine, ignoring the fact that Shawn ditched me to greet his other friends. You didn't hear it from me, but I think I'm losing him. I sigh and pull out my books and binders, closing my locker to reveal my only other friend.

"How's it hangin'?" Amy smirks, leaning against the lockers that people need to get into.

"Creating people stress I see?" I raise my eyebrows and start walking to History.

"Always. But boy, do I have a story for you." She picks up her pace to match it to mine.

"What is it?" I frown, knowing this won't do me any good.

Amy is practically the opposite of me. She's charming, sweet, and very popular. I'm still not quite sure why she even 'chose' me to be her friend way back in 8th grade. But, that's a sob story for another time. Right now, she had the look on meaning something I wasn't going to like.