There's Something About Juvie

Entrances and Exits

A knock rose on my door, and my eyes slid open. I glanced at my watch, then groaned. It was six in the morning. Who was foolish enough to wake me up this early?

I slammed the door open. Beth stood at the entrance, staring at me eagerly.

"HI! HI! I'm Beth!" she squealed.

"Yes, I know that. Is there something you need?"

"Well, you said you would postpone the show..so I was wondering when it would be moved to!"

"So, you decided to wake me up at six in the morning and ask me away to something more insignificant than my sleep?"

She shrunk a bit. "Well, I uh-um...I was just wondering.."

I rubbed circles into my temples. "Beth, would you like me to be honest with you?"

"Uh..yeah?"

"I hadn't thought of a time yet. Me and Trent will discuss it when we can, mmkay?"

"Yup!" she cried, walking away.

I slammed the door shut, then crawled back into my bed. Perhaps I could get some sleep before I stayed awake for good...

As I shut my eyes, a few more knocks came on the door, and I growled. Who the hell is it now?

I opened the door, just to see Trent, wearing an apologetic expression, and Beth, wearing an eager one.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I growled.

"Trent's here! Now you two can discuss when the show starts!"

"Not in the morning, we're not! Maybe later, Trent?" 

He nodded. "Please, I was just dragged out here. I had no intentions of this."

"It's fine. I'm just going back to bed. See you later, okay?"

"Great," he yawned, rubbing his eyes. He sleepily walked down to the elevator, Beth in tow.

I shut the door, then tossed myself in my bed. No interruptions would be absolutely perfect.

I snuggled closer to my pillow, yawning. Ugh, SLEEP.

Sleep made my eyes droop. I groaned as my skull began pounding. A headache this early? A migraine?

I sat up. That wasn't my head pounding. The door was struggling against the jamb. Somebody was shoving themselves against it. Or pounding so hard it was shaking. 

"WHATEVER KIND OF SICK JOKE THIS IS BETH, ITS NOT AMUSING! WHEN I GET A HOLD OF YOU, I'M GONNA-"

I jerked open the door, then froze.

"You're gonna what?" Duncan asked snarkily. He had his bag in his hand, but he was leaning against the door jamb.

"Duncan?" I gasped.

"Hello, gorgeous. Did you miss me?"

"Stay here! Agh! I just woke up! I probably look awful!"

"You look beautiful as always," he smirked, winking.

"Don't be a kiss-ass." I prompted, jabbing him in the chest.

I walked into my bathroom, then shut the door. I washed my face, tied my hair up into a messy bun, then dashed on a bit of mascara. Just so...you know...I don't look ugly. Not that I want to impress him or anything. I then brushed my teeth for good measure.

I walked out, then stopped. 

"Get off my bed! This isn't your room!" I shrieked, kicking him in the gut.