" Carly get up your going to be late on the first day of school and that would be bad for your reputation!" My mom yells through my door.
my mom was one of those typical over protective parents. She always wanted the best for me even though it was only the two of us.
" Good, now give me five more minutes." I mumble under the covers.
I have been a rebel since grade school when I cut the teachers pony tail. Everybody knows I will never change. I have never dated anyone since all the guys were wimps. And I liked it that way.
" No, not good. And get up NOW you have ten minutes to get your ass in the kitchen." And with that my mom slams the door making pictures on my walls shake.
I finally decide to get out of bed wearing skull patterned pajamas. I walk past my mirror and stop.
" One more year. Senior year." I frown and walk to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
After my shower I notice a text from my best friend and my only (gay) friend Joey.
Joey: Omg giirrl, there a new hot guy at school did I mention he's hot:)
Me: Not interested he's all yours
I hear my phone vibrate again but I ignore it.
I finally finished getting dressed and run out the door without a word to my mother.
Of course I have to walk to school because I missed the damn bus. I am definitely going to be late and get in so much trouble.
I finally gets to school and its practically empty.
"Hey, um could you help me I'm new and I can't find my locker and no one else will help me" A person says behind me.
I turn around to see a beautiful toned man in front of me. It was like love at first sight. He had big green eyes that would make you melt in a instant.
" Um hello?" I here him say.
" Oh yeah um I can't help you sorry I'm late for detention that I had to make up from last year" I say and turn back around to my locker.
"Please" He says softly. How cute.
I turn back around on the heel of her combat boots to look at him again. " Fine, whatever." I say in a dead tone. Just once. Just this once.
" Thanks"
" Soooo, where you from?" I say after a long awkward silence.
" Um...Utah" He says looking at me. waiting for a reaction.
" Ah... I went there once with my da-" I stop mid sentence thinking about my dad again.
"You ok?" he asks.
"Uh ,yeah. Here's your locker." I escalate quickly.
"Name's Wen, but my friends back at home call me Wenny." He says holding his hand out for me to take. I might have made a friend on the first day. Just might have.
"Names Carly" I say taking his warm hand in mine.
" Well you better get going. So you won't be late." He says with a smile.
And with that I walk down the hall. Feeling his eyes on me.
* AUTHOR'S NOTE*
Hope you liked it :)
- love layah
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