Surviving the Payne's

Chapter 3: First Day

Thanks to Mizsassy for editting this chappy! Love you sis:)

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Chapter 3: First Day

I wandered out of bed, practically dragging my feet to my bathroom. Good thing I have my own bathroom. It’s much easier than to deal with the girls. The only problem was that its knob was broken.  What is with this place and bathrooms?

It’s the first day of school and I was to attend Father Lincoln High; I wonder what it’s going to be like.... This neighbourhood is different and surely the school will be different from my own school back home.

Can’t wait, I thought sarcastically.

I suddenly stopped when I heard someone humming inside. A female voice. Doesn’t she know this bathroom belongs to me? Curiosity took over me and I knocked the door.

“Hello? Is someone in there?” When no one answered, I walked in. My jaw hit the floor at the sight. There was Christina in her pink bra and panties, putting on her pants. Her eyes bugged out at the sight of me and her mouth did a perfect ‘O’. She quickly put her shirt on and ran out of the bathroom, blushing crazily, muttering a small ‘sorry’ on her way out. I can smell the vanilla shampoo and can still see the fog on the mirrors.  She was probably taking shower. I wish I could have been here earlier though. God, she’s hot.

I chuckled and started to take care of my personal hygiene. I took a shower and enjoyed the feel of the warm water hitting my skin. I walked out with the towel wrapped low below my waist and looked around for some clothes. The boxes weren’t unpacked yet, so I had to rummage around in the ‘CLOTHES’ box.

H&M’s is the place where I get my clothes. They’re awesome—they fit my style perfectly. Now, what look should I go for the first day of school?

Player? I’m not much of a player, but hey I’m still a guy.

Nice guy? I’m definitely not nice.

Bad boy? Huh, maybe. But I want to be ‘normal’ too. I don’t want to be the ‘IT’ guy again.

I wore a black and blue stripped Jersey T-Shirt with my favourite five-pocket faded jeans. I put on Calvin Klein socks and paired with my brown suede and leather high boots.   Lastly I finished my normal-bad-boy look with a black leather jacket and I put on some Gucci by Gucci cologne for men.

The ladies would dig this.

I looked out the window to see that it was snowing. I sighed. I always hated snow. I walked over to my mirror and applied some gel to my hair, just messing it around. I grabbed my chunky knit scarf and wrapped it around my neck. I slung my messenger bad over my shoulder and shoved my black gloves and my black ribbed hat that says ‘MARINE REGINMENT’ on it, in my pockets. I‘ll put it on when I get outside.

Honestly Canada gets so freaking cold in the winter time and in the summer we can boil eggs on the sidewalk. And our freaking weather changes every five minutes. One second it’s raining and few moments later, we get hail or snow. Plus there is slush EVERYWHERE during the winter. Fuck this country. When I get older, I’m moving to the U.S. I’m sure I’ll find a place where the weather is steady.

I walked out of room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. The insistent battering and giggling stopped when I entered. All eyes were on me. I really hate when people do that. People look at you as if you were alien. Awkward is an understatement.

Amelia, who was behind the stove, turned her head around and smiled brightly, still flipping some pancakes; how does she do that without looking? Must be years of practice.