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My mother grounded me for being involved with the fight. Total bullshit to me, she took away my phone, I wasn't allowed over at people's houses, and I wasn't allowed to watch tv or YouTube. For two weeks. Two weeks I had to live like this.
Going back to school was such a pain. I was tempted to press snooze and just skip, but that would be even more trouble.
I dragged myself out of bed, and picked out an outfit. I was one of the most fashionable people in our school, like I actually tried. People always came to me for clothes, or fashion advice.
But along with being a fashionista who wears risky things, I've gotten dress coded before. Many, many, many times before. I'm not surprised if I get dress coded today. Stupid hall monitors dress code you if your bra strap is showing, it's honestly ridiculous.
I run down the stairs and pick up the pop-tart on the counter. My mom was getting coffee and my dad was already at work. She turned around and sipped her black coffee. She's nasty, who likes black coffee?
"I live for your outfit today, Payton." My mom shimmied her shoulders while she puckered her lips. My mom was honestly the best, she always tried to be hip. It's honestly style fucking hilarious.
"Thanks, lets just hope I don't get dress coded again." I say, as I grab my keys and head out the door. My dream car, Buick LaCrosse, was waiting for me in the garage.
My grandma got it for me on my birthday. She was fucking filthy rich, and since I'm her only grand daughter, she spoiled the crap out of me. I couldn't complain though, she was my favorite relative.
When I get to school, Ethan is waiting for me in his black Jeep. I park beside him and we walk to my locker. People gave me looks, while others commented my outfit.
Sometimes I was called a slut for what I wear, or I was called fashionable for what I wear. People creep me out, they could be complimenting you every second, but when you turn around their talking shit about you.
"Today is going to be miserable. Without Lara it's not the same, none of us miss school. And I'm already fed up with people starting rumors about how Christine fucked Jakob. People these days."
I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker door. Ethan gave me an "mhm" look and we turned around to face Brody.
"Hey guys, I heard they're checking lockers and cars today. Make sure there's no drugs in them." He gave a goofy smile and his hair was flopped to one side.
"I would be more worried about you. Every morning you look stoned!" Ethan punched his arm and we started towards first hour.
"Oh, and they go through everything so I would suggest you get the tampons out of your locker, I heard they open them just to see if everything is okay."
"You're a dumbass!" I look at Brody who was holding in his laughter. We get to class and sit in our seats. Ethan sits in front of me, and Brody sits beside me. Then the rest of the group comes in and sits around us.
"Damnnnnn, Payton! You look fucking hot today! I just want to rip that sweater off of you!" I heard Cameron yell from the doorway. I propped my chin on my shoulder and laughed.
I knew he was joking, he always made jokes about stuff like that. Ethan turned around and winked at me, before saying something to Cameron.
"Hey Cam, what happened between you and Madisyn? Did she bail because your dick was too small?" Cameron's cheeks turned bright red and he plopped into his chair.
"I got you." Ethan whispered to me.
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