waiting for love

chapter 1

Picture of Khloe above (cindy kimberly)

I roll over in bed, snoozing my alarm for about the tenth time. I'm just dozing of again when it starts blaring again. "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" I groan as i tumble out of bed, onto the floor, shutting of the alarm. Evidently, i'm not a morning person. I yawn loudly as I stumble over to my dresser to grab my hairbrush. While im de-tangling the monstrosity atop my head, i grab my phone from my nightstand to check the time. 9:01. Fuck. school starts at 9:20, its 10 minutes by car, so i have exactly 9 minutes to get the hell out of here. I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans, with rips all the way up to the top of my thighs, and an oversized jumper that falls of one shoulder, and perfectly hints at a curvy, kardashian-esque figure below. My outfits for the full week are perfectly hung on hangers, and designed to look like i could't care less, yet I still look amazing. Running downstairs,  stop by the kitchen to grab an apple and hold it between my teeth as i put on my converse by the door.

By the time i'm finally in my car, it's 9:09. Record time. I reach school by 9:18, although I admit to going just a tiny bit over the speed limit. I'm walking down the hallway, rushing to homeroom, because my homeroom teacher is an absolute bitch if you're even 1 minute late, (her attempt at trying to look like a legit teacher)and i can not afford ANOTHER detention, my mother would kill me. Then, my phone buzzes. I decide to answer, because most of my friends are currently in class, so it's most likely my mother. i open my phone as i settle into my seat at the back of the classroom, and see a snapchat notification. Not my mother, but the teachers still not here. Someone called Blake123 has added me. I sigh at the name blake. Just like Blake Menezes. My celebrity crush since i was 13, and dream guy, although even if I ever met him, i'm nowhere near good enough for him. but hey, a girl can dream. But this is obviously a different blake, i'm not stupid. Blake Menezes' snapchat is Blakemenezes84.

I add him back and quickly shut my phone of just as Miss Coraline breezes into class. She has light brown, shoulder length waves and wears long, flowy skirts with tank tops and sandals nearly every day, and today is no exception. Most people think she's the coolest, since she's always turning up at music festivals and is insanely pretty. Not to mention,i'm pretty sure she's hooked up with half the boys at this school. It's amazing how she's not in jail. Feeling safe in my seat in the back, I take my phone out again and see a snap from Blake. He's sent me a message rather than a picture. Odd, I figured he'd just be trying to get a streak or something, why would he send a random snap to someone? the message says 'hey, khloe, I didn't catch your number at the club'. I frown, realising he probably meant to add another Khloe. I quickly type out a reply

Khloe: I didn't throw it

Blake: huh?

Khloe: I think you've got the wrong Khloe

Blake: oh... sorry

Khloe: it's ok, I'm stuck in class anyways, sooooo boring, wanna chat?

ok, i know, it's risky talking to strangers, blah blah blah, but i don't plan on giving him any information about me. Not even my last name.

Blake: sure, but won't you get in trouble? And don't you need to know what the teachers teaching?

Khloe: nah, the teacher won't get mad. Pretty sure the teacher only wanted the job so she could bribe kids with grades to sleep with her. Anyways, it's homeroom

Blake: wow, high school drama sounds fun

Khloe: erm..aren't you in high school?

Okay, now i'm freaking out. what if he's a serial killer, or kidnaper?

Blake: i'm homeschooled

ohhh.. that explains it.

Khloe: do you do it online, or do teachers come home and teach you?