Life Next to the Bad Boy

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{Avaline up at the top}

The next morning I had a pain in my neck-literally and figuratively. The first was from falling asleep with my headphones on, and the later was from the amount of honks and car noises coming from outside the confines of my house. I swear I heard half of the senior class stumble out of that mad house at some point this morning. Guess we're gonna have low attendance this morning.

Swinging my legs over the side of my bed and stretching my arms out while I stand up, I saunter my way over to the adjoined bathroom and wash up. Since I was so rudely kept up until an ungodly hour last night, I'm going to have to go for stunning and classy, but super comfy. Rummaging through my closet, I settle for some cream loose fitting pom-pom shorts that I would kill for if somebody stole them, a teal halter top with a white halter bralette (that I would also kill for, and a pair of sandals to top it all off. Winter in New England may be bad, but summer is killer as well.  With a look in the mirror, I messily fix my top knot, swipe on a small amount of lengthening mascara, fix up my eyebrows, and then stomp down the stairs to have the most important meal of the day.

It's around 6:30 when Aid comes marching through the door and I push over the plate of Eggo waffles to his side of the counter. I went for the more nutritious oatmeal with decorative berries and almond slices. Neither of us are morning people so we never really talk to each other while eating, plus if we did we would be here for ages instead of the small 15 minutes window we have to eat before heading out for school.

"I'm headed up to brush my teeth and grab my bag, be out in in a sec." Was the usual extent to which I speak to him in the morning, at least before coffee and the radio. I don't fuck with you before coffee so don't fuck with me before mine.

Unfortunately life had a different plan because when I was done brushing my teeth and feeling all minty refreshed, I pick up my backpack and sling it over my shoulder to see none other than a smug look on the face of someone with floppy brown hair. What was his name...? It started with a D....

"Take a picture it'll last longer babe." He had the nerve to wink at me. That little shit. I haven't had my coffee yet so I'm a tad cranky pardon me.

"I'm not your babe." Told you, cranky. Sorry but the nerve of this guy. How have I never seen him before? I would remember such an incompetent drunkard living next to me.

"Not yet babe, not yet." He gets in another good smirk, before he walks away, back muscles flexing like it's their duty to be noticed. As soon as his back is turned I latch my window and pull my curtains, sprinting down the stairs to get a move on this morning.

All I need is a large mocha ice coffee from Dunkin Donuts. Then I will be ready to attack what life has to throw at me.
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As Aiden puts the car in park, we get a good view of the school. Overfilled with people who are only joyous because they get to reunite with their friends. Why else would people be that happy on a Friday at 7 in the morning, when they could have been sleeping in and wake up to the birds chirping and the sun shining? Oh wait, that must just be me.

"Our last year of hell officially begins in 30 minutes. What ever shall we do to pass the time dear Aveline?" Aiden muses his head off next to me thinking he's Dr. Sues or something.

"Oh my dear Aiden, I think we should skip down the halls and reminisce in what is to be our last year of 'the best years of our lives'." I send him a sickly sweet smile and proceed to get out of his car. As we walk through the doors of Oakridge High, we see the usual crowds. Good to know that some people will never change. Eventually we make it to my locker at the back of the school, and Aiden leans back against the ones next to me while I rearrange my various binders and notebooks for this year. Yes, we are good pupils and take those things called notes and actually listen in class.