Rebellious

Chapter 4

Skylar

After a day of Chemistry, AP Calculus, Advanced Canadian History and Phys.Ed, a person is ready to faint.

Oh, and don't forget detention.

Sexual harassment! I was only trying to help.

I reach my dorm room and fumble with my keys.

When I finally get the right key, I enter it in the small hole and push the door open.

I immediately make a beeline to my bed and flop down on it.

"Wow, someone had a rough day,"

A high-pitched voice muses.

I almost fall off the bed. "Oh man, I didn't even notice you." It's Max, and she's slowly painting her toenails on her bed.

She laughs, "I heard somebody has a hot chemistry partner."

I groan, "Yeah, that 'hot' idiot got me detention."

"Yeah, I heard about that too. Though in my opinion Mr. Anderson looks way better without his eyebrows," she starts to laugh as if it is the most hilarious thing on the planet.

I snatch a pillow from my bed and throw it across the room. It hits Max square in the face that just sends her into a another fit of laughter.

"Oh god, first day Sky and your already popular."

"Sky?" I ask, confused. The thing is, no one ever gave me a nickname. For me, a nickname is this strange thing that I've only heard normal kids call each other.

She sighs, exasperated. "You can't possibly expect me to call you Skylar, Sky is cuter. Now, let me see your closet."

"Um, excuse me?" Why the hell does she want to see my closet? When I got assigned to this mission, I was thinking I'd be that girl, no one would pay attention to. You know, those girls that always stick around in the shadows and eat their lunch in the library...

Okay, yeah, maybe I did spend my lunch period in the library, but still. I got detention on my first day and some guy attempted to ask me out in Phys.Ed(luckily I was saved when the teacher blew her whistle).

"Dude, there is no way I'm taking you to a party while you're wearing that." She gestures to my school uniform.

"Party?" Can someone please tell me what's going on or can I get like a narrator or something? I swear this girl is more confusing than Calculus.

"Must I spell out everything for you?" She throws up her hands in frustration. "The back to school party that the seniors are throwing. Every year it's tradition that they throw a back-to-school party and everybody must attend. Now get up and choose a dress!"

"Yeah, um, no. I don't go to parties."

"No shit sherlock. That's why I'm getting you ready for your best year ever in high school."

I sigh, but nevertheless make my way to my closet. It's just one party, and plus parties are where drugs are. Maybe I'll find something.

..............

Worst decision in my life.

First off: The party is held in a warehouse.

Second: We drive here in a truck!

"Well, we don't want the teachers to notice," Was Max's lame reply when I asked.

Third: The music is so damn loud, I feel like my head is about to split.