Texas Tornado (Slow Updates)

CHAPTER THREE: THE RIDE

CHAPTER THREE: THE RIDE

Beep, beep, beep.

I roll on my side and slam my hand on the snooze button. I have heard enough of beeping this weekend, I don't need another distraction.

I roll on my stomach and bury my face under my pillow.

Aubrey and I had talked on the phone until 2 am, and we still have no idea what happened in the book. Usually when my procrastination gets the best of me, I am able to cover my tracks and still do good grades, but this time, I dug myself a deep in a hole, a hole that is impossible to get out of. But, at least I am not alone. Aubrey didn't read it either.

Maybe if I go to school earlier this morning and find Connor, he could explain to me what happened. He always does his homework on time.

Connor is my other best friend. We don't hang out as much since he does have guy friends as well. He's in the school football team and of course, like every typical football player in corny romcoms, every girl in this school loves him. But he isn't a jackass, nor has he ever played a girl for his own benefits. He's been single forever but I'm sure some girls would love to change that status.

I finally lift my pillow off of my head and look at the time on my clock. It is already 8:00. Just like that, my plans to get to school early have vanished because I have to be in class by 8:30.

I groan to myself and rip the covers off of my body. When the fresh morning air makes contact with my bare legs, a shiver runs through my whole body. I should've really closed my window before going to bed because I feel like I am currently standing in a freezer.

I get up from the bed shivering, grab my IPhone, and make my way into my bathroom. Fortunately, the bathroom is warmer than my bedroom so I close the door to prevent the cool air from entering the room.

I put my phone on the dock on the sink counter and turn it on. Scrolling down my music playlist, I decide to put on the Imagine Dragons album on this morning. My mom loves it a lot more when I listen to Imagine Dragons in the morning than rap music. She says I ruin her morning coffee when I put angry music on.

I turn the tap of hot water on and jump in the shower.

My mom isn't going to be happy with me because I've managed, once again, to disappoint her by not following my schedule. She says I should always follow a structured schedule and that I should always be up by 7:30 to wake up my entire body. According to her, it takes an hour for the body to return to its normal state after sleep. If she's right, maybe I should've listened to her because I have a book exam in thirty minutes.

After my quick shower, I step inside my bedroom, only to realise that I haven't even closed my window shut. I run, in a towel may I precise, toward it and finally close it. Once I try to step away from my window, the towel is ripped away from my body. I turn around only to see that my towel stayed stuck between the window and the window border. I throw myself onto the floor so that the person sleeping in the room across from mine, in the other house, cannot see my private parts. I lift my hand up onto the window seat and pat the couch cushion until I get a hold of the towel and rip it out of the window. I rapidly wrap it around my body and head to my dresser.

Of course, something like this can only happen to me. How I always tend to get trapped in very awkward and uncomfortable situations is beyond me. I don't think God is necessarily happy with my existence. I don't know what I did wrong to fail his test.

I am snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a loud bang on my door. The knock makes me jump and makes the towel fall at my feet. I groan and pick it up once again wrapping it around my body.