Who's That Bad Boy?

chapter | six

chapter | six

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Camille Fields

Yay, it's Friday!, I thought to myself, as my alarm blared its usual noise.

For some reason, I felt so... ecstatic. Everything seemed more colorful and alive. Since it was friday, I went for a jog, as usual.

I picked out a pink sports bra and grey shorts. Today I felt confident with showing my stomach. I'd worked so hard on it, I should be able to display it, right?

No one was awake when I left the house. Well, the only person to be awake, would be Cassie anyway...

I left my big white house with a smile carved onto my face.

Why am I in such a good mood?

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Just as it happened last friday, I had forgotten to take clothes with me after jogging to school.

My head poured down to swfitly glimpse at my clothes. Oh no. I left the house with my stomach-free sports bra and my short tight shorts without bringing a change of clothes. God, I can be so stupid.

I could feel the embarrassment redden on my cheeks, as I was about to enter the school. I hastily tossed my small backpack on the floor and swirrled around to face it.

Then I yanked it open and anxiously searched for my phone. My aggressive hand travelled through the entire bag, until I figured it was definitely not there. "This can't be happening...," I murmured in a whisper.

I let my anger out, by smashing the rucksack against the glassdoors. It was, as if my backpack was smiling at me, saying 'haa-haa, you forgot your pho-one, you forgot your pho-one.'

The books spilled out of my open bag.

Luckily it was still an early morning, and hardly anyone was at school. I considered running back home, but it was definitely too far and late.

I clomped in, with my backpack hanging loosely on my shoulders. I could feel the scowls of the girls that I passed, burn into my skin.

Even Miss Riley, my English teacher, threw me a pathetic glare.

I remained ignorant and speed-walked to my locker. Yeesh! Girls can be so mean!

My locker slammed open. I frantically searched for another outift. This has got to be some joke.The only available outift, was the pink, tight skirt from last friday. Of course I hadn't stayed in that for the whole day, because Cassie brought another change of clothes. And I had thrown this back into my locker...

It took me a minute until my final decision.

I hesitantly clutched the pink dress to myself, cautiously placed my bag in the centre of my locker, knocked the door shut and strode to the next bathroom.

After changing and quickly patting some makeup onto my face, it was time for homeroom.

I bowed my head, to inspect my outfit. It looked so weird. I was wearing the hot pink, tight dress, with my sports shoes.

Oh well. I didn't care.

As I exited the bathroom, I immidiately noticed Faye storming toward me. I stayed standing, until she arrived.

''Let's walk to homeroom. We need to talk,'' Faye hissed privately. Her left arm cleverly swung around mine. Her gaze was fixed on the door that would lead us into our homeroom.

She swiftly plunked down on a desk, patting the space next to her, indicating for me to join her.

There were only two girls and 4 boys in my homeroom. The monitor in my homeroom sat at her desk and corrected work.