I wake up looking at my clock . 6:10, I groan of pissed of ness . I don't want to go to school.
But I have to , ughhh. I hope the year goes fast and I won't need to deal with people from last year .
Ever since 7th grade , I used to have 2 really good friends , in the middle of the year tables turned . I really missed them at first because we were kind of close then ya.
I got over it by talking to my other friends.
After that it seems like they hated me , I didn't know why.
I just hope this year we could be friends and fix things up.
I get dressed and wear my black hightops , black and blues tiedyed shorts with a white top.
"Mel ! Get up !" I yell to her.
"Fine ! remember I don't have 0 period !" she yells to me .
"Fine your not getting a ride to school." I yell back .
She grunts in her pissed off 6th grade ways .
She puts on blue jeans , and her graphic sweater saying 'Sweater weather' , then her grey slip ons.
"Can I bring my pennyboard?" she asks doing her hair.
"Sure , grab mine too." I say curling my hair .
Once I finish my hair and my make up I start my car and wait for her.
I put my board inside .
I remember I was her age .
No drama and a awsome year.
I keep waiting for her and she comes out with her face all done , very odd because she isn't the one to really wear make up , unless its something important .
I smirk and look at Andrew in the window .
He was right that son if a bitch.
I snicker to myself and start the music .
I've been listening to scrubs by TLC . I really want to go to their concert soon.
"Tic toc Ms beauty queen !" I yell.
She sprints with the boards to my car.
"Ok ! ok I'm done ." she yells.
I start to drive and eat my ego .
"Loren ! look at Andrew !" she yells rolling down the window .
I turn to see him eating some chicks face off who is trying to keep her balance in her 3 inch wedges.
I gasp and laugh.
"Grab my camera !" I whisper shout .
She passes it to me and I take 6 pictures of them.
"Thanks for the ride Loren ." she says waving away .
" Andrew Michael ! No PDA infront of the school!" I yell.
Everyone turns.
Muahahaha
I laugh at him and drive off.
I park and find my way to my locker .
The herd of sluts in heels that society calls beautiful with a pound of make up on thier face walk by .
"Sluts." I mutter .
"Heard that wanna be fatty!" one screeches in their annoying high pouch voice.
YOU ARE READING
my rapist's son
Teen FictionLoren Ashet , A girl falls for a boy who is the son who rapped her 5years ago. Can he teach her to trust him? And not to hate him like his father.