Misunderstandings

Part 1: introduction

It was a cold summery day, I checked my alarm clock it was already 6am.
"Oh shit, I'm late!" I mumbled, and got out of bed and got changed.
I took a look in my dresser mirror, my brown hair tied in a ponytail. And my brown eyes, shining in the sunlight as the mirror reflects off my face. I pulled out the nicest thing I could find which was a sweatshirt that said "smile" and a pair of skinny jeans. I putted my socks on and immediately rushed downstairs. I saw my mom reading the news paper, and my 9 yr old sister Laila watching t.v.
"Hey sweetie." My mom said as soon as I got downstairs.
"Hey..." I replied as I struggled to put on my boots.
"Stop, rushing. Eat something first." She said as she handed me an apple.
"Mom, I'm lateeee!!" I complained.
"What's the rush about?" She asked curiously. "You're always late..."she added.
"I have a project due, and I'm gonna try to cram it in first period." I replied and left out the door as soon as possible.
My friend, Riley pulls her car up and I get in. Riley and I have been friends since the second grade, and honestly she's my only decent friend. Everyone else just seems to hate me. Anyways, Riley is really pretty and perfect. She has blonde hair, blue eyes. Riley is your usual hottie. While I'm your average potato. I get in Riley's dazzling car.
"Heyy, Mel." She greeted as she hands me a piece of skittles.
I take the skittle and eats it.
"Hey RyRy." I replied and turned the radio on.
We sang all the way to school with the radio, and we must've been playing it really loud because  I couldn't hear  in one ear as I got out of the car.
"Damn, that's some loud music." Riley said as she pulled out her lipstick and started applying it.
"Tell me about it." I said laughing.
"Let's gets, going before we get a late referral for the 100th time." Riley said as she started walking towards the Seniors building. Riley dropped me off in Math and went off to her class because we don't have any classes together. When I entered the room, everyone was staring at me.
"LATE..." Yelled Ms.Frackle, with her old raspy voice and gray hair.
"Melody Kate Decker, You would be better off begging on the streets." She said in an annoyed tone and handed me a referral as I sat down.
"Great..." I whispered to myself. I took out my notebook and started doodling in it as Ms.Frackle keeps talking about some boring topics. After what felt like an eternity, there was a knock on the door. I watched as Ms.Frackle went to open the door.  A really tan guy, with a perfect jawline entered the room.