The Inevitable

September

I slammed my hand down on a blaring alarm clock. God I hated that sound.I groaned and reluctantly got out of my fuzzy bed. On my nightstand there was a single white rose. i didnt put it there.

"Why the hell do I have nothing to wear?!" I demanded of a closet full of clothes twenty minutes later.

"Lennox Lynn Rose Procter! If your butt is not standing here in the next five seconds, only Jesus will be able to help you!"

I rolled my eyes. "I'll be down in a second Missy!" I grabbed a white tank top and a pair of overalls from my closet and threw them on. Then I put on my black Converse, and ran downstairs.

"You are not wearing that to school," My nanny, Missy said. I was sixteen and my mother thought i still needed a nanny. She traveled a lot. And she didnt want anything to do with me in the first place. She had never wanted kids. So she paid Missy to be my mother and sent me a check one a month in the mail to do with it whatever i wanted so long as she didnt get a phone call from the police or from me in prison or from me at all."Uh, yeah I am. It's comfortable," I said blankly to Missy.

"And you look like a bum that can't afford anything else than crap."

"Oh yeah, that's a real good way to talk, only use the model language," I said sarcastically.

"You just worry about how you talk. Don't worry about me."

I rolled my eyes. "Mhmm. That's great . Anyway, I have to go." I turned away and walked out the door.

Thirty minutes later, I was at school talking to Claire and Nixon, my best friends in the whole world.

"He kept saying he like, never talks to girls! Like why would you lie about that?!"Claire kept saying.

"Oh my god Claire! Get over it!" Nixon shouted.

Claire glared at Nixon. "Look, just because you can't get a guy, doesn't mean you have to flip out on everyone that can!"

"Okay," I said, "Both of you need to calm your hormones right now." I turned to Claire. "Claire, you need to stop whatever the hell thats going on in your head because you sound like a ditz and it's goddamn annoying." I turned to Nixon."Nixon, you need to take a midol or something cuz youre equally annoying right now."

They stared at me, stunned. "What?" I said.

"Nothing, Miss Pissy," Claire mumbled.

"Oh whatever guys. Come on. Actually, never mind." I said, and walked away.

A hand closed on my shoulder. I whipped my head around.

"Excuse me? Can I help you?" I said sarcastically. I was facing the most beautiful guy I'd ever seen. His face was pale as snow, his eyes were green emeralds.His long jet-black hair covered his face. He had to be at least 6'5. I was so Drawn to him.

"Oh, Im sorry, I thought you were someone else," he said. Then he left.