*Beep beep beep beep bee-*
"Ugh, damnit,"I groan, slamming my hand down on the demon device. I sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my bleary eyes and yawn. Eww, okay morning breath, time to freshen up. I swing my legs out of bed and force myself to stand up and walk to my bathroom. "Oh duvet, my hardest goodbye" I think to myself. I strip off my pink pyjama tank top and tight grey cut offs and jump into the shower, rinsing and cleaning myself to wake up a bit. Twenty minutes later I'm out. What? Okay I'm not a quicker shower...er? I seriously cannot understand how people can shower in like 5 minutes. It's against the laws of physics! Don't look it up though...
Anyway, I dry myself quickly and throw on my underwear and dressing gown, and go sit at my dressing table. Quickly I dry my hair and put in a styling mousse to stop it from going into a poofball from the hairdryer. Wavy hair sucks sometimes. Once it's in silky soft waves I apply some light blush, mascara and some lip balm and gloss.
I quickly pick out some tight black skinny jeans, a white and silver 5sos tee shirt and some silver bangles, my dark purple converse and my dark purple beanie and I'm ready. I grab a black sling bag and put my purse, mascara, lip gloss, balm and books from homework into it. Then I grab my keys and throw on some white sunglasses.
Checking myself in the mirror o make sure I look alright. Cool.I walk downstairs and grab some fruit muesli with yoghurt and a strawberry smoothie from Grace, smiling. "Mmm thanks grace, this is so good," I moan sipping the smoothie. She smirks and laughs lightly patting my shoulder "thank you Sophie," she smiles. Hey, I like food, don't judge. "You better leave soon, or you'll be late." She informs me, handing me my bag and giving me a quick hug. "Thanks grace, I'll see you later," I smile taking it and sling it over my shoulder.
"Have a great day!" She calls as I leave the room. Entering the garage, I get into in my car(my baby).
I throw my bag on the seat beside me and press the button to open the door and gate. I drive to school extra cautious today, dreading seeing stupid Aaron Taylor. I find a spot close to the entrance, grab my bag and head to the front doors, with plenty of time.I head to my locker and quickly exchange my books for those neccesary and wait for Dino and Laura to show up.
"Hey, nerd!" A voice calls mockingly. I sigh and discreetly look around, glad there's very few people around. I look up with a bored expression and cross my arms. "What?" I drawl lazily looking up at Assron players face (yeah, new nickname, think it's gonna stick).
He stands there towering over me with his dangerous teasing glint in his eyes. "Gimme the notes nerd, like I told you" he ordered patronisingly.
I smirk slightly still with a bored expression. "Nah, I'm good," I reply, holding my bag and checking my phone when a message shows. Laura and Nadine are gonna be late, car trouble. "Great, on my own today, just great" I grumble in my mind, only to be snapped out of it when his hand slams against my locker as he leans in intimidatingly.
"What did we say yesterday about learning your place nerd?" Aaron muttered lowly, his face inches from mine.
Sick of his attitude already and determined to not be broken down an idea sparks in my mind.
I bite my Lower lip and lean in closer staring into his eyes as my hand rests lightly on his chest. "Well..." I whisper as his eyes turn playful, "I need to tell you something".
He licks his lips and smirks at me, leaning in closer. "And what's that?" He asks, in his opinion, seductively. Ugh, Assron.
I lean in until my lips almost brush his. "Well," both my hands now on his chest, then my eyes turn steely and challenging. "I just really don't give a fuck" I say normally, pushing him away easily and smirking at his expression.
"Surprised? Didn't know I was strong? Watch it big boy I'm no nerd" I think smugly to myself, but catching it. I calm down a bit but keep up my demeanour. I can't be her again...but I can play.I turn on my heel and walk down the hall towards my first classes. "See you in science," I say softly but loud enough for him to hear. I calm down more and adopt my usual persona as I melt into the surging crowds to beat the tardy bell, back to invisible. To safe.
Sophie:1 Assron:0
New day, new game. Hopefully I can handle it.
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