He's Trouble

Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up to someone throwing water at my face. Cold water. I shot up startled, only to be met with the gaze of my angry Uncle.

"All you fucking do is sleep all fucking day, you useless piece of shit!" He stormed out my room after slamming my door shut. At least he had the decency to close my door.

I sighed in frustration. Every morning was pretty much the same. I slept, like a normal human being, only to be woken up at an ungodly hour by none other than my shit excuse of an Uncle.

The time on my cracked phone read six in the morning, the bright screen making me squint my eyes tightly. I sighed once more and quickly had a shower to waken up my tired body. It helped sometimes, but most of the time I would fall asleep just standing in the shower for so long, the warm water hitting my body gently.

After having showered and brushed my teeth, I wore a pair of Nike sweatpants that were red, and a thin white crop top. I would've worn jeans, but I just feel so I uncomfortable wearing them after having a shower. I quickly applied my usual makeup, which consists of mascara, lipgloss and of course, my highlight needs to be popping. I tried to fill in my brows once, let's just say I won't be attempting to try again any time soon.

After putting on my white air forces, I tied my hair back into a tight pony tail, my long brown hair brushing against my lower back. I always wanted to have short hair, but I never had the guts to cut it too short in case I regretted it. Maybe I just needed to get my heart broken in order to have such a drastic change.

Grabbing my black handbag, that was filled with all my textbooks, I ran down the stairs and out the door. I don't have breakfast, I just feel so sick after eating so early in the morning. Considering it's only seven thirty now, and college doesn't open until 8, I decided to go to Costa and order a smoothie.

My first lesson was at nine, leaving me to have plenty of time to finish my homework that I always seem to leave until the last minute. Costa was only across the road from my college, so I grabbed a chair at the back of the cafe and brought out my maths homework. Me and maths seem to have a love-hate relationship. If I understand it, I absolutely love the subject and feel so superior to my fellow dummies, however when I don't get it, which is the majority of the time, I just feel like running myself over with a bus. Why I picked this subject for A-levels? I don't fucking know. But, it makes me feel smart when people ask me what I'm doing in college and I say maths.
I'm also doing psychology and chemistry alongside it. I sound so smart right now, but don't let my subjects fool you, I literally studied the night before every GCSE exam I had, but, don't let anyone tell you it doesn't work. In the end, I got five A's and one A star. Also a D in French but no one really needs that in life.

I had almost completed my maths homework, when the chair in front of me was pulled out. I looked up, slightly weirded out, but smiled when I saw Noah opposite me.

"Hey Sierra," he smiled back, that is before his gaze landed on my work. He looked back up to me in disgust, "You're such a loser."

I rolled my eyes and pushed his chair back with my foot, though he didn't move at all. Fat ass.

"I'm almost done so shush for two minutes." I replied. He chuckled lowly and took a sip of my drink.

"You have your own drink." I whined.

He licked his lips and shrugged, "Yours taste better," I ignored him until I was done with my last question, and quickly finished packing up so we could head into college.

"What are you doing here so early?" I asked. Noah never wakes up this early, I know this because he always comes to class like twenty minutes late. We have one class together, psychology, and when I have a free period I always see him lounging around college when he's supposed to be in lesson.