The Player {c.d}

23- Argument

Avery

The weekend passed by rather quickly. It was already Monday.. Again.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed outside. My binders and papers were clutched tightly to my chest.

I woke up late, so I didn't have much time to get ready. I put on my burgundy hoodie from Obey, black sweatpants, and my hair sat in a messy bun on the top of my head.

I opened the car door to Anna's black, Mercedes Benz. She got it last year for her 19th birthday, which made me terribly jealous. I was always jealous of my older sister. She was the definition of a princess.

Since she was the oldest, she got the newer stuff. New clothes, new phones, new technology. I just got the handy-downs from her.

I hopped in the passenger seat, and laid my binders on my lap.

I waited for her.

She was probably primping in front of the mirror like she always does. Your typical girly-girl...

I waited for about five minutes on her. I probably would've been at school already, if I had just walked.

Finally, she came out of the house, wearing high waisted jeans, a tube top, and a pair of high heels.

Her long, maroon hair was in perfect beachy curls, and her makeup was professionally well done. Eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, and bright pink lips.

I rolled my eyes, as the realistic Barbie doll, approached me.

She got into the drivers seat, and immediately, I could smell the rich scent of her perfume.

The smell irritated me.

She started the car, and began driving off.

Not a word was said. The only sound made, was Anna's humming to the radio.

The rhythm of her humming matched perfectly to the beat of the song.

As the song ended, we had pulled up to the driveway of the school.

She stepped on the breaks, making my body jolt forwards.

My binders that laid on my lap, aggressively hit the dashboard, and fell onto the floorboards.

The papers and shit that were in my binder, scattered everywhere.

My head snapped up at Anna who was already looking at me.

She had the sarcastic "oops" face on her  face.

"Anna! Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air.

She pulls her bottom lip between her hot pink lips, trying hardly not the laugh.

I glare at her for a few more seconds, before opening the door and stepping out.

I turn around to gather my unorganized junk.

Clutching it close to my body, I slam the door shut and walk inside the school.

The hallways were silent, considering that I was already twenty minutes late.

There was no need to get my stuff, knowing that I already had my stuff in my hands.

I went off to history, and barged into the room.

The teacher stopped his lecture, and looked at me, panting into the room.

About a dozen more people followed his actions, and soon enough, I could feel my hands become clammy, from so many eyes burning into me. Cameron included.