Just the Best Friend

We're the definition of chemistry sweetheart

~Lucas on Right~

We're the definition of chemistry sweetheart
-Chapter 1

Waking up early any day is a challenge but there's always an added something that makes getting up on the first day of a new school year so much worse. I'm similar to basically every teenager on the planet in that I'd rather stay up till 3am every night and live with the consequences than actually get a full nights sleep. I mean why is math even a subject if we're not expected to sleep during it?

My eyes droop for the majority of the morning as I get ready and it's only after I down a large cup of coffee do they open slightly. I'm not even the biggest fan of coffee but as its the only thing that gets me out the door every morning I force myself to deal with the horrific taste.

Luckily missing my mom and her boyfriend, I walk out the door hastily. It takes me forty minutes to walk to school. It's a long walk but I can no longer afford a car and my best friend Skylar can't collect me most days. Her and her boyfriend Nate like to have some 'alone time' in the morning which I don't understand as they spend the whole day together anyway but I'm not about to start arguing with her.

Skylar is a great friend when she wants to be and I appreciate her for that. But with everything that's happened in recent years it seems that I've taken a backseat in her life and I'm okay with this to an extent. I completely understand that in a relationship you often have to put your significant other first and I get that in high school friends shift and change constantly but a bit of acknowledgement wouldn't go amiss at times.

Walking to school not only wakes me up but it's probably the only time of the day that I'm able to think about myself and how I'm feeling. In what feels like no time I reach the gates and walk through the loud car park filled with expensive Porches and Ferrari's. Its a public school but because of the area, the majority of the students that attend are very well off.

People consider it a private school but without the extortionate fees. Although many argue that the offspring of the wealthier parents receive more attention than other students which wouldn't be a stretch at all if I'm being honest as I used to be one of them.

I sigh as I walk through the familiar doors and am greeted with loud shouting and teens hugging and catching up with each other. I smile slightly, part of me sad that I don't have people running up to greet me but also relieved I'm not getting that attention. I walk past the two groups of the 'Populars'. The first consisting of the typical jocks and cheerleaders while the small group of 'bad boys' leaning casually against the wall make up the second.

I don't know what it is about them. Only a few of them I would consider very good looking but for some reason the herding effect of the group causes them all to look like tens even though individually a few wouldn't even rate half of that. I mean yes, you could say that they receive more female attention than the average male but I really don't think it's nearly as bad as it's made out to be in books and movies. Also realistically they're not even bad boys. Smoking weed between classes and being a whore doesn't make you a badass in my eyes. But hey, who's to argue with Wattpad?

My eyes meet with Lucas Vitali whom you could say is the leader of this stereotypical 'bad boy' group or at least he would say he is. I guess you could say we're acquaintances. The entirety of our relationship is him finding entertainment out of annoying me although I have to admit he keeps me entertained every once in a while.

He's a gorgeous guy and I'm not ashamed to say this. Honestly he received some A plus genes and that's just facts. His Italian father gave him his tanned skin and last name whilst his Irish mother threw him the blue eyes. It wouldn't be wrong to say that he's pretty sought after around town. In a book he may even have every girl dropping to their knees for him (metaphorically and literally). But seriously in real life most girls aren't stupid, desperate or stuck up enough to want a guy just for his looks. No matter what a teenage novel tells you girls actually do care about personality even in high school (wow what a revelation) and surprise surprise not everyone enjoys Lucas' personal traits, in fact he's a pain in the ass 90% of the time.