The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(11) Caught Off Guard

Millie~

I buried my head further beneath the covers as my alarm clock beeped loudly. I felt like it was one of those rainy afternoons when a practice fire drill had been scheduled. The noise was high and I definitely did not want to get out. I'm happy just to burn, thank you very much; but only in the comfort of my king sized bed with what seemed like a million and one pillows and blankets. Snapping my arm out from the covers like a Venus fly trap catching its prey, my hand clamped down on the snooze button, making the bleeping stop immediately. I sighed and snuggled myself back under the covers. My contentment was short-lived because immediately my alarm clock started itself back up again. Groaning, I slapped my hand down on it once again and swung the covers off me before climbing out of bed.

I delayed my shower for an extra couple of minutes and let the warm water run down my back. For a moment, I thought about the consequences of having Nick Wright as a tutor. Was it really a good idea? If somebody found out, it could literally be the end of the world for me. On the other hand, all I had to do was lie and say I was being tutored by some nerd and watch their expressions when I showed them my immaculate grade card. I didn't even have to tell them that I was being tutored. At East Side High, I could get away with having my grade boosted by asking the teacher, so they didn't know my Maths was appalling. 

I quickly got changed into black skinny jeans and a red tartan top. I did my usual makeup before drying my hair and straightening it. I added some dainty gold rings, a small gold necklace and my Michael Kors gold watch. Finally, I slipped on my black ankle boots and my black leather jacket to complete the look. With a glance in the mirror, I smiled and headed downstairs. Brent, Tom and James were in the kitchen finishing their breakfast so I grabbed a cereal bar before we headed to the garage, hopping into Tom's car. Soon enough we were pulling into the school car park.

"Motherfucking Wrights took our spot again!" Tom growled as we pulled into a parking spot further away from the best spaces in the lot. The Wrights stood around their two cars; Ivy and Islay, the twins, were talking to each other, and one, I'm not sure which, was filing her nails. Holden, Seth, Ethan and Nick were talking amongst themselves. Sliding on my Ray Bans, I stepped out of the car, looking square at the Wrights as we exchanged icy glares. 

The morning went by quickly and fortunately I did not have Maths. By lunchtime the fog that had hung low over Central High School in the morning had lifted and the sun was shining brightly. We grabbed our lunch from the canteen and headed out onto the school field. Many other students were also soaking up the sun on the field but we sat down in a group in the middle of the field. I took off my leather jacket and leant back letting the sun warm my face and arms. 

I was beginning to enjoy the sunshine when a shadow fell across my face. My eyes shot open in search for the culprit who had just wrecked my tanning session. Tom stood in front of me, a sly grin playing on his lips and his arms folded across his chest smugly. 

"Do you not understand the concept of tanning, Thomas?" I asked, calling him by his full first name mockingly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his shoulders slouching forwards.

"Yes but it's boring," he groaned, dragging out the word 'boring' in annoyance. I sat up since the sun was hidden by Tom's body, crossing my legs over on another.  

"Fine, what would you suggest that isn't boring," I asked, folding my arms over my chest, a smile playing on the corners of my mouth. Tom opened his mouth to say something when he was hit on the back of the head by a football. I chuckled as Brent jogged over from behind him, laughing. Tom's hand shot to his head.

"Dude!" he exclaimed, wheeling around to face Brent, who picked up the brown football from where it had landed on the grass, having rebounded off Tom's skull.