My Sweetest Downfall

Chapter 1

September 5, Monday, 8:25 am.

Well, this is by far my earliest arrival in school. I usually arrive at 8:45-9:15. And yes, that always leaves me in Detention when I reach the limit – Heck, I'm even friends with the Guidance counselor in our school, already. I don't have any problem with anything. I just tend to become an optimist when it comes to time, thinking that I always still have a lot of time left. I guess I'm not the greatest when it comes to time management, eh?

I walked in a slightly fast pace, and entered the room of my first class.

"Ms. Gonzales. Glad to see that you're earlier than usual. Take a seat."

I sat down, and snickered, being quite impressed with myself for arriving a bit early. Pretty darn good for my first try, I'd say.

I felt someone poke me from my left, "Well, congratulations on your early arrival."

"Thank you, I appreciate it," I chuckled silently.

"But, you know you should still do better than that, right?" The person from my right said.

I shrugged and let out a slight laugh.

...

"Seriously, Scarlet. It wouldn't hurt to give your backpack a makeover. No wonder your books look like they were taken out of the garbage truck."

"They look fine," I smiled, grabbing my bag to take a closer look.

"Tell that to the rats."

My books were so broken and folded out of shape that it seemed like a horde of mice went inside my locker and feasted on it. I was really bad with handling my stuff. I intend to leave them around and just look for them when I desperately need them, or just put them in some place carelessly without any organization. The only thing you would see me fixing, or at least, never letting it go with the chaos in my room, was my shelf of pictures and CD albums.

Oh, and he's Ivan McGregor. I can probably say he's like an existing Blaine Anderson from Glee. His sexuality, how he dresses, how he talks, his facial expressions, it's all 100% Blaine. It's amazing.

"So, off to somewhere after classes, Scarlet?"

I pressed my lips together, "Mmm... I'll just probably go to the park. Play with some words, think of new melodies," I goofily winked at Laura, mimicking a click sound and point my finger at her.

Laura Dixon, the ultimate athlete in our whole school. She's like the jack of all trades when it comes to sports. She can play anything and she's practically good at every sport she plays. She'd say she's weak when it comes to track & field, she says she can only sprint 100 m in 12 seconds. I mean, I sprint 60 m in 15 seconds. She's mad.

"Well, I'm gonna be training today. Do you mind if you wait for me to get finished?"

"Sure. I know Ivan's in favor, anyway," I teased, resting my elbow on his shoulder.

Ivan snickered bashfully, "Quit it, Scarlet. I know where you're going."

"Well, she definitely has a point," Laura laughed.

"Is that so?"

"Hell yeah. After all, you'd get to stare all you want with your googly eyes at Trevor and his orgasmic abs," Laura laughed as she made face in tease.

"I swear, you can never pull off an orgasm look with that bitchy face," Ivan chuckled loudly.

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