Out Of My League (Under Revision) (Book 1)

Chapter Eight

When I woke up from my drowsy sleep, the sound of my alarm clock reverberated around the room causing for me to get irritated rather quickly.

'Beep Beep Beep Be-'

I slapped my hand onto the clock causing it to go silent.

As much as I didn't want to go to school, it was better than any other place really. I was unnoticed by people and I liked it that way. I had grades way above a majority of the students and my only friend really was just Kara which basically meant no drama in my life.

As I looked at the clock, the time read 6:50 a.m. School started at 7:00 and since it was Monday, the worst day of the week, although it seemed stupid, I woke up.

Just because I didn't want to go, didn't mean I didn't like it - It simply just meant that I was too lazy this morning.

I did my daily routine, nothing major - My usual band T-shirts, skinny jeans, and converse. It was simple and I would hate myself if I made it so complex to get ready in the morning like other girls did. Last thing I did was straighten, and put on eye-liner and mascara.

As I walked out of the room, another girl walked out of Colton's room wearing what looked like pieces of cloth, but classified as normal clothing. I seriously wonder what this world is coming to.

She looked at me like I had thrown her purse into the toilet.

I walked past her down the stairs as she yelled,"What the hell does your shirt say?" As I turned around, and she stared at my shirt trying to read the three simple words. "Sleeping with Sirens? As in police sirens? Why would you sleep with sirens? That must be really unclean."

"It's a band. It'd be common sense not to sleep with police sirens." I scoffed. How dumb can this girl be?

"But... It says sleeping with sirens...? It can't be a band! Who the hell names a band 'Sleeping with Sirens'?"

I walked up to her and said,"Sweetie, please do your research. You're already frustrating me with your lack of knowledge so please, look it up." I said. "There's a reason Google exists." As I walked away, I heard her gasp.

I didn't care if the girl hated me, I didn't care about a lot of things or at least, I tried not to.

As I walked downstairs, I saw Eleighna sitting at the island with a bowl of cereal in front of her. Her eyes were droopy and she looked like she had the worst case of drowsiness.

"So Eleighna, any reason why you look like you appeared on an episode of The Walking Dead?" I asked her as I got a bowl and poured Cinnamon Toast Crunch, soon adding milk.

She was about to speak when we heard a high-pitched, squeaky voice come downstairs along with Jerkface. "Colton, baby!"

I wanted to punch her so much right now. "What, Delilah?"

"It's Daniella!"

"I don't care." Jerkface walked into the kitchen shirtless wearing a pair of basketball shorts.

"Well then, how about I come over later again?" She grinned in what she thought was attractive.

I mentally puked. Does this girl have no class? Suggesting that around people? Jerkface sure does know how to pick them.

"I don't think so. Now get out." Jerkface demanded rather harshly.

Daniella or as the common bad word is said, Bitch, as I like to call her huffed and walked out the door with her six-inch stilettos looking like they'll break any minute.

We heard a high pitch scream and as I looked outside, I was right. She stood there looking at the heel in horror.

"Finally got rid of her." Colton reached into the fridge grabbing the carton of orange juice and drank out of it.