Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Denny! Breakfast is ready!" My mom called from downstairs.

I flicked my eyes open instantly and they shifted automatically to my alarm clock.

Oh my god! Are you serious? Seven in the morning?! She can't be joking. I rolled on the other side to avoid looking at the insane time, placing my pillow over my head.

What's the point of waking up? It's going to be my first day of school and I know how it'll be. Just like those stupid movies and teen fictions books; the story of an estranged girl whose new and gets treated like a loser. It's not like I was always 'Miss Cool' anyways.

I closed my eyes carefully, slowly drifting back to sleep again...

"Deniella Grace Parker!" Mom called out in an irritable voice tone this time. She'd only call me my full name if she was annoyed with me. "You will not be late on your first day!"

I snatched the pillow off my head and sat up. "Mom! I have more than enough time!" I yelled back. Literally, I have enough time. It's not like I'm your typical 'teenage girl'; the one who takes like two hours trying to get ready for school. Seriously, I only wear simple mascara and cherryred lip gloss; it was the only thing I'd ever wear. And of course I wear clothes, but it was nothing cool. Just simple skirts and shirts. Long skirts, not short ones of course. I have horrible legs so there was no way you'd ever see me in short things!

"I will come upstairs myself if you don't get up in five seconds!" She threatened.

I rolled my eyes and quickly swung my legs out of bed, standing up and stretching, a yawn following shortly after. "I'm up." I murmured while rubbing my eyes, knowing that she didn't hear me.

After I brushed my teeth and slipped into a long black shirt and a white drapey shirt and a pair white flip flops, I placed my hair in a high sloppy bon and applied my usual makeup and putted on my cheetah patterned framed glasses. Yeah, I may be a loser, but I sure as hell know how to dress; thanks to my mom's great sense of fashion.

As soon as I finished getting ready, I trudged downstairs and my dad nodded at me in ackowledgement, reading bits of Wednesday's newspaper before he left to work. I went into the kitchen and found my mom placing bacon and french toast on a fine china plate.

I stared at her weirdly as she poured me a cup of fresh orange juice and placed it neatly beside my plate as if I were in some five-star breakfast restaurant.

"I wanted you to eat well for your first day, you know?" She pulled out the kitchen chair and I laid my zebra striped tote on the floor and sat down at the table and scooted the chair in myself before she got any ideas to do it herself. "I just figured you would be excited. I can't wait to drop you off at your new school! I'm pretty sure there are plenty of welcoming students and-"

I breathed out a sigh, interrupting her run on sentence. "Mom, it isn't that serious. It's just my first day. Honestly I don't see why you're being so..." I trailed off as soon as I spotted her placing scented pads into my bag.

"I know it's that time of the month," She whispered so dad wouldn't hear. I rolled my eyes and decided to just shut up and eat. The sooner I eat, the sooner I could go to school and be distracted by other things much rather than my mom's strange behavior.

Just as it fell silent for a few minutes - and I was enjoying it too - mom just had to speak up once more.

"So, your Uncle Roy is excited to see you when you get there, or should I call him Coach Roy?" She asked.

I didn't answer. Yep, my uncle that I was very close to happens to be the football coach of the school I was attending. And since my parents would be at work mostly until the evenings, I had to ride home with him. That meant that I'd have to stay after school to watch the football players practice; how stupid, right? Ugh, it's only the beginning of September. Just aboutaneternity(I'm a junior) until I graduate from high school for good - I didn't understand why I had to leave my California school at the last minute - but hey, I'll never know what wanders around in old people's heads. I'm referring to my mom and dad, by the way.

Anyway, back on subject. I have a lot of goals this year, and one of them is to join a lot more clubs so I could hopefully get a scholarship at something. I know it's too early for me to talk about them, but it's easy to get a two year head start. But I shouldn't worry about that. My main motivation was to get a driver's license so I wouldn't have to ride to school or leave school with a parent. I'm freaking seventeen for god's sake and I still have to catch rides? It isn't fair.

Not to mention my chances to take a stupid drivers' test was delayed since I moved back to New York so suddenly. I must say it's weird because I haven't been here for thirteen years.

I continued to eat my bacon while my mom continued to babble off to me about how I'll love my first day; I wasn't paying any attention though. I just kept pretending I was interested by smiling every time she smiled and laughing every time she laughed.

When she turned away towards the stove to continue cooking breakfast for dad, she kept talking to me.

I rolled my eyes and looked down at my plate.

Shut up already, mom!

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"And you swear you have my number in your cell phone? I mean, did you double check?" My mom questioned, bothering the crap out of me as she stuck her head out of the SUV I was once in. I looked around and noticed everyone watching me. My mom was being super loud!

"Yes, mom. I have your number." I whispered. Truthfully, I didn't know whether I had it or not. I just wanted her to hurry the hell up and drive off already to save me the embarrassment.

"Okay, okay." She paused for a minute and she looked me up and down. Her dark green eyes had raked from my skirt and up to my hair. She scrutinized it. I cocked an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Honey, what is up with that hair?" She quickly got out of the SUV and the vehicles behind us that were waiting to drop off their kids beeped their horns loudly at us for taking up time. She snatched out the pin that made my hairbon style and the next thing I knew, my thick and dark brown hair came tumbling down to my back and shoulders.

"Mom!" I hissed.

"It'll only take a second sweetie." She ignored the constant horn beeps and continued fixing my hair. As soon as she smiled to confirm that she was done, I noticed that she still had my hair pin in her hands. I tried to take it from her but she gave me a stern look. "You won't be needing this. Your hair is better down, Denny."

"But mom-" I was interrupted rudely by more car horns being blown at us. I glanced around and everyone on the school quad gazed at us as if we were foreign. I rolled my eyes, "Okay, fine! I'll wear my hair like this. Just go already!"

Mom quickly power walked back to the SUV and got inside. She took one last look at me and I gave her a glare, still wondering why she hasn't pressed her foot on the gas pedal yet.

"I'll call to check up on you! I love you." She assured.

"Yeah yeah. Same here...bye." I waved and she gave me a long smile and drove off a few seconds after.

As soon as she was gone out of plain sight for good, I sighed with relief and walked into the school building, ignoring the constant stares and glares.

Wow, I haven't said not one word to anyone who attends this school yet, and already people are annoyed with me. It's all my mom's fault!

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Already not fitting in, right? Poor Denny. I feel so bad for her!

Anyway, the photo for this chapter is NOT Denny (like I mentioned in the introduction of the story). Denny is the photo of the girl in the very beginning of the story, where she talks to you about her life a little (she plays as India Eisley)!!! So yeah.

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