Twisted Life Ch. 2

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Twisted Life

Chapter. 2

I parked in my usual spot and climbed out the door. I had everything in my bag and started walking towards the campus.

'Run,' I thought, 'Run, you still have time, make a run for it.'

"Karma, come here," I heard the familiar squeaky voice of my friend Alejandra. She was a petite girl, dark curly brown hair, with eyes that matched. She was crazy and eccentric, the life of the party. No one could ever not love her.

As I walked towards her and the group the bell rang. I waved at her; she knew how I didn't like being late. But, what she didn't know was that I always timed my arrival to precisely avoid her. Well, not just her of course, people in general I hate being around a lot of people so early. I'm not a morning person. I walked around people in the crowded hallways. 'Ugh, don't these people have anything better to do than loiter around the halls' I thought while I made my way to my locker.

'24-16-24' I repeated in my head while I dialed the numbers in. I heard the familiar click the lock made as it opened up . I removed it and opened the door; I stuffed in the books and kept the stuff I would need for my first two periods. I shut the door and jumped right out of my skin at the sight before me.

"Alejandra you scared the living crap out of me."

"It's nice to see you to, my morning sunshine," she retorted sarcastically while opening her locker next to mine. "C'mon we got to fix your hair for the year book picture."

"Great, you had to remind me of why I wanted to skip today."

"Yes I know you hate pictures, but as your best friend I will not, I repeat I will not let you take a picture without a makeover." I rolled my eyes at her and fallowed her to the restroom I knew she had the best intentions in mind and that getting out of this would be more impossible than dribbling a football.

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Half an hour passed by and finally I was done, or she was done. "There, you look beautiful." "Thanks." "Oh, you know what I meant, Aren't you going to look in the mirror." I quickly looked over myself to please her. "Right, beautiful" I said while gathering my stuff. " Will I ever get a good reaction from you?" I looked her in the eyes and saw she was hurt. I stopped what I was doing and hugged her. " I'm sorry I'm not a good friend and thank you for everything...Good enough?" I asked her with a cheap smile.

"Fine she said I'm sure I'll get the perfect reaction in class any way." She said while walking out . We went to the attendance office to get out tardy slips. We talked about random stuff on our way to class. I loved English it was my favorite class besides art, not just because the teacher was hot. She opened the door to let me enter first.

'Curse, her and her vision of perfect moments' I thought as I looked at my feet and walked through. I looked up and all eyes were on me. The girls looked at me in awe with slight jealousy but they knew I was no harm. The boys were practically drooling on them selves and wouldn't blink for their lives.

"I knew it, PERFECT" She whispered as she passed me by.

I couldn't help it when a smile tugged at my lips. She always got what she wanted.

"C'mon guys close your mouths I'm sure you've seen a beautiful girl before." Mr. Bryan said and knocked the guys out of their daydreaming. I felt red; I bet I looked red as well. I walked to his desk and gave him my slip; he gave me a heartbreaking smile.

I sighed internally 'Greek god' I thought. "Excuse me?" He asked. Then I blushed even redder when a realized I didn't just think it

"S-Sorry," I managed to stutter out, "I just remembered something, my bad." He waved it off and smiled at me as if he knew better. The rest of the class went on as it usually did when Alejandra gave me her magical 'makeovers'. The guys got shut down by me one by one not getting the hint. The girls knew better than to expect any different; they all knew I didn't date, but I guess it hurt their ego having their guys asking me out. Oh well. 1st period down the rest of the day to go...

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