CHAPTER EIGHT
That Monday, I wake up at around 6 A.M to my alarm clock buzzing. I groan, and I shut it off. I try to open my eyes and it takes a while for them to adjust. I slowly get up out of bed, and I walk over to the shower. I undress and hop. Once I get out, I walk over and text Kayla so that she can give me a ride to school because I really don't feel like driving, let alone even going to school this morning. My mom thinks that I should go considering I will possibly miss a lot later on due to whether I'm feeling well or not. I stare at my clothes for a while; thinking about what I want to wear. I just grab a pair of jeans and a top that says the name of my town on it. I lace up my converse, and go over to check my phone.... Still no reply. I'm pretty sure that my mom already left for work so there's no chance getting a ride from her. "Fuck it." I mumble as I grab my purse and my phone off of my desk and walk out to my black Saturn Ion, which still has damage on the roof from a hailstorm that occurred over a year ago. I hop in and sit there for a while as I search deep into my purse for my car keys. After about 2 minutes, I finally find them. I start my car and pull out of my driveway. My phone vibrates when I'm about halfway to school. I grab it out of my pocket while trying to drive. It's a text from Kayla saying that she would drive me. It's a little late now. I quickly text her back saying that I'm already on my way. I throw my phone into the passenger seat and continue driving. Texting and driving isn't as easy as it looks, unless I'm just a shit driver.
I pull into the student parking at school, and walk into the cafeteria because we always have to wait there until the bell rings to go to class. I spot Chaz in the huge crowd and I sit by him and his friend, Cameron. Obviously, Kayla's not there yet. We talk about miscellaneous stuff until the bell rings. I shuffle through the crowd of people until I get to my locker. I grab a few things that I need for my early classes and slam my locker. At my school, they don't allow backpacks that are bigger than a plain sheet of paper. I don't really know why, but everyone seems to say that it's because we have had too many bomb or shooting threats in the past. I don't even remember having that much, just a few. I cycle through my classes until lunch. I put my books in my locker, and I go to the table that me and Kayla usually sit at. Of course, Ryan is sitting there. I slowly sit down across from them. Chaz usually sits with Cameron and his other friends during lunch. Kayla smiles at me and looks at Ryan. "Ryan, can you go get me something to eat" she says as trying to shoo him away for a second. He gets up and nods at her, and she gives him a few dollars. He quickly disappears, and she turns to me. Her smile gets bigger. "What?" I say in an annoyed tone.
"So what about your baby daddy." she asks curiously.
"What about him?"
"Well, have you talked to him recently." She gives me a dumb look.
"Yeah, um, actually, we-we are thinking about moving in together."
"What? When?"
"Probably not too soon, but before I go into labor." I inform.
"What's he like?" She asks, but Ryan returns with her vending machine food. "I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got you chips." He says as he scratches his head. "That's um fine" She smiles as she opens the bag of chips. She literally shovels handfuls of these chips in her mouth at once. Which I can't really complain because I know that I do it too.
Soon enough, the bell rings. A crowd of people start parading towards the cafeteria doors. I walk into math class, basically the only class that I have with Chaz, and sit down next to him. "How are you feeling" he smiles.
"I've been better" I joke, as I search my purse for a pencil.
"What about you and Justin?"
"We're actually talking about moving in together in the near future, just to see how things turn out." I explain.
"That's good, bu-" Chaz says, but gets cut of by the our teacher accidentally slamming the door too hard. "We can talk about this later" He whispers to me. I nod back at him in agreement.
We talk about it a little at the end of class. I go to my next two classes, and then I go out towards my car. I jump in and head home.
