Teenage memories // 5sos

Chapter 2

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of my shrieking alarm clock. 6:35 AM. I yawned and sat up, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. 'Yuck' I thought as I ran a hand through my tangled hair. I quickly found my way to the bathroom and undressed.
I paused for a second, looking at myself in the mirror. My dull green eyes staring back at me. My eyes must have come from my mother but mine didn't sparkle like hers. My mom was unique and unforgettable. two things I'll never me.
I shook my head and twisted the knobs in the shower. I stepped in and let the water rinse over ever inch of my body and let my mind wonder. 'How will today turn out?' I thought to myself. It'd probably be like every other day. Following the same pattern.
The same incredibly boring pattern. 'Maybe today will be different, just talk to someone. Do something different.' Some voice in the back of my head practically screamed this thought everyday and yet it never happened. The pattern never differed and I never opened my mouth, unless called on by an adult. I turned the water off and grabbed my towel. 'Be positive' a little paper in the corner of the mirror said this.
My mom probably stuck it there. I let a smile spread across my face. "Yeah right." I whisper to myself.

   I day dreamed my way through the school day till I found myself back in my fourth block. "Good afternoon class." Mr. Gregory spoke, "Today we will begin our course. We are starting with cells so if you will please turn in your book to-"
   "Hey, can I borrow a pen?" Someone spoke to my left. I continued thumbing through my bio book. "Psst. Pen please." This time I looked over. My eyes locked with those of Michael Clifford.
"Seriously I need a pen so do you have one?" I nodded, not bothering to open my mouth. I pulled a pen from the front pocket of my bag and handed it to him. His fingers grazed against the ends of mine as he took it and I felt my cheeks get hot. 'Avoid people, isn't that what you always do? Why didn't you just say you didn't have one?'
   "Thanks." He whispered as he smiled at me. I don't know what in the instant came over me. "why do you need one anyway? we aren't writing yet." I spoke, oh god why did I speak.
"Eh math homework." He shrugged. At this point I knew I was blushing. "If you two love talking so much, feel free to continue your conversation else where. Maybe the principal's office?" Mr. Gregory's voice rang out over my thoughts that I seemed to have become lost in. He looked dead at me and Michael and I began to panic.
"No problem homie G, I'll show myself out." Michael said, shoving his books into his bag before heading out the door. "Would you like to follow him miss?" Mr. Gregory raised his eyebrow. "No sir." I stated, just barely loud enough for him to hear. I kept my head down the rest of class. I think I was too embarrassed to look up.
I wish I could say time flew back, but it didn't. Far from actually. I found that the seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours as I kept my eyes glued to my book. Finally the bell rang and this time I didn't wait for the class to clear, I bolted. I didn't care how crowded the halls were.
I found my place back on the same orange bench as before and just took a deep breathe. I couldn't tell if I was pissed or sad or what but I was something. "Hey, um, Emma right?" A voice came from beside me, I turned to look. It was Michael again. "Yes." I stated in a cold, flat tone.
"Listen.." He rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm sorry about earlier, really. I didn't mean to get you in trouble." I nodded, not bothering to verbally accept his apology. We sat there in silence for a moment. "Oh, by the way, here's your pen back." He pulled the pen from the side of his bag and handed it to me. It was a dollar store pen, I had maybe fifty of them. I didn't even need this one.
"Hey Michael, you coming?" Ashton called. I glanced over to see Ashton and two other boys looking at Michael. "Yeah, hold on!" He shouted back. "Listen, I've got to go, but maybe I'll see you around?"
"Yeah maybe." I mumble. He smiled before jogging over to the group of boys waiting on him.
"Who was that girl?" One of them asked, I didn't hear his response and I don't know if I wanted to.

27 minutes, still late but an improvement. "Hey honey, how was your day?" My mom says smiling at me as I push myself up into the passengers seat. "Good.." I gave her a weak smile. Truth be told I didn't know what today was or how I felt about it. She pressed her foot against the pedal as I slammed my door shut.
She twisted the wheel hard as she whipped out of the parking lot. "I swear you drive like a 16 year old boy, mom." I laughed, she turned to me. "Hey, it's more fun that way." She said winking. I just laughed a little more. The car ride was bumpy, as always, but silent which I liked.
It gave me more time to think.