The Bad Boy's A Softie

II

          Seven o'clock came way too quickly for me. The sun shown through the balcony windows as my eyes slowly fluttered open. My legs were tangled up in my white, duvet covers as I heard Peggy barking softly. "Shh, girl," I said, sitting up and petting her. Oh, how I don't want to leave this bed. I groaned audibly and swung my legs to the side of my bed, slipping my slippers on my feet and standing up, dragging my feet on the floor as I trudged into the bathroom.

          I flicked on the light switch and ran my fingers through my bedhead blonde hair. "First day of senior year, here I come." I sighed and quickly brushed my teeth and hair. Walking out of the bathroom, I headed to my dresser and grabbed the clothes I had set out the night before, looking over them cautiously. Grinning and impressed with my sense of fashion, I quickly slipped out of my pajama's and grabbed my clothes, putting them on. I looked into the mirror and stared down at my outfit, examining it slowly. I had pulled together a very comfy yet fashionable white short-sleeved crop top and a pair of holy boyfriend jeans. I rolled them up at the bottom and threw on my favorite pair of white sandals and grinned, staring at my reflection proudly.

          I was never the type to wear makeup, but since it was my first day of senior year, I had decided to put a bit on. To match with a beachy/end of the summer outfit theme, I put on a light coat of BB cream on, some concealer to hide the designer bags under my eyes, and two coats of black top and bottom mascara. "That'll do the trick. Just need to look like I haven't been sleeping for ten years straight." I said to myself before walking out of the bedroom.

          I grabbed my phone out of my pocket as a slowly walked to the kitchen. "Ah ah ah," My phone was quickly taken out of my hands. "You know the rule. No phones in the kitchen." I saw my mom standing there, holding my phone. "Now, c'mon. I made pancakes." She set my phone down and handed me a plate.

          I  glared at her before turning and sitting down at the counter. I looked down at my pancakes and felt an uneasiness in my stomah. "Actually mom, I'm too nervous to eat. And anyways," I said, getting off of the barstool. "Rachel should be here any minute. So," I walked over to her, grabbing my phone. "I'll be taking that, thank you," I smirked and kissed her cheek before grabbing my bag and putting it on my back.

          She rolled her eyes at me and turned away. "Well, here, take some to school and share with Rachel." She put about three pancakes in two plastic baggies. "Have a good day, sweetie. Stay out of trouble!" She replied. I winked at her and opened the door. "You know me, Mom, getting into trouble left and right," I said sarcastically before walking out the door. I unlocked my phone to go see my missed texts.

Rachel: Running late. Be there in 5, xx

I grinned at the text from Rach before looking at the other one.

Matthew: Leaving me on read, huh? Surprised you don't have my number saved in your phone.

I felt my face instantly turn a shade of crimson before I typed a quick reply back.

Okay, do you mind not texting me? If you can't tell we aren't friends.

But it's totally great to know that I sparked your attention.

I went to put my phone away when I heard it buzz again.

Aw, c'mon, you would spark any guys attention. See you at school, babes ;)

          I sighed at the text. Why was he still talking to me? He knows we don't talk after everything that happened back in middle school. Frowning, I heard a honk come from behind the house. Quickly walking around to the road, I saw Rachel's car sitting in the back driveway. "Hurry up! We are going to be late if you are gonna keep looking at your phone!" She practically yelled at me. Laughing, I quickly got into her car and buckled up.