The ringing of my alarm was hell. I almost threw the small metal clock against a wall but decided against it. What is the purpose of anything right now? It's too early for this shit. I rolled out of bed and grabbed the first pair of jeans and tshirt that I set my eyes on.
Alright, I need hype music. Let's go with Catch Me If You Can. I thought to myself as I scrolled through my Spotify. I was in the bathroom changing and putting on makeup when I heard my mom's voice from downstairs.
"Abby, you're gonna be late if you don't hurry up!" She shouted.
"I'll be going in a minute!" I yelled back before muttering quietly. "Guess I don't get to curl my hair." I quickly finished up my routine by spraying setting spray on my face and putting my hair in a ponytail. I sprinted down the stairs and grabbed my backpack from its place by the front door. Mom handed me a napkin with a piece of toast and two links of sausage on it.
"Have a nice day at school, sweetheart. I'll see you when I get off work." She said, kissing me on the cheek as she walked out the front door with her coffee cup and keys in one hand, an identical napkin to mine in the other.
I followed her out the door, locking it behind me and walking quickly to the bus stop. I hadn't stopped to grab a hoodie in my rush to leave and I was freezing. I was almost to the bus stop when a familiar Chevy truck pulled up next to me. A window rolled down and I heard Connor's voice from the driver's side of the truck.
"Do you want a ride? You look pretty cold and the bus won't show up for another ten minutes at least."
"I'm not supposed to get into cars with guys I barely know. But I might be able to make an exception since I'm actually freezing my ass off and you walked in on me having a panic attack last night."
"Lit, hop in." I open the door and climb into the truck. I pull out my earbuds and hear country music playing on the speakers.
"You don't seem like the kind of guy to listen to country music." I say, looking at Connor. His hair is slicked to the side, like a greaser in the 50's. He's got pretty basic jeans and a T-shirt on. Not much of a conversation starter. The truck isn't really messy, just a little bit of trash. Everything you'd expect from a teenager's car. I put my backpack down by my feet, His is not in sight.
"Yeah? What kind of music would you pin to me?" He looks over at me for a brief second before looking back at the road.
"Honestly, I don't really know and I'm not judging, it just doesn't seem like the kind of music a guy who has house parties and knows the entire junior class would be into." He's attractive, not gonna lie. His shirt fit him well, showing off a little bit of muscle. He still looked like a teenage boy, nonetheless. Braces, a little bit of stubble.
"Well, I don't know the entire junior class, that's my buddy Alex. I just know him and he knows everybody so when I have a house party, everyone is there. Apparently. As for the music, I don't exclusively listen to country, most of the time I listen to the 1920's folk music, Sometimes classic rock. I'll listen to anything really. I've got a slight interest in theatre but really its my sister who listens to the musicals . How about you? You seemed pretty well versed in theatre. What do you have playing in those earbuds of yours?"
"Musical theatre mostly, I'm quite the geek. Sometimes indie, sometimes rock, sometimes rap. Depends on my mood. But my collection is mostly musical theatre."
He rolls his eyes. "Ugh, theatre geeks." I'm about to start getting offended, but I see a smile creeping at the corner of his mouth.
"What do you mean? What's wrong with theatre geeks? Aren't you in my theatre class anyways?"
"I am one, that's what's wrong with theatre geeks. Also they tend to be very dramatic, but I was joking when I said ugh."
"Ah. Well, as long as you're not a trademarked Musical Theatre Boy, then we're okay. " Because you're cute and I'm really hoping you're not a gay theatre kid.
"I don't know what you mean by that, but okay. I'm not really a super geek when it comes to theatre but I've been in a few school productions."
"Really? Which ones?" The truck stops, and I look around. We're already at the school. The ride doesn't seem nearly as long as the bus ride does. "Wow, time flies when you're having fun. Thanks for the ride and pleasant conversation, Connor."
"Any time. I'll see you in theatre, I guess. Have a good day, Abigail."
"You too, Connor." I get out of the truck, walking into the cafeteria to sit down with Lousie, Winter, Twyla, and Jay.
Louise greets me with a hug and a question about where I disappeared to last night. I tell her I just got tired of the people (which was true) and it was too loud (which was also true), so I got a ride home (once more, true).
"Who'd you get a ride from? I didn't even see you leave."
Winter chimed in, "Yeah I'm sure there's a good reason for that, and I'm sure she's hot as hell, Louise."
"Ok Winter, shut the fuck up. Who'd you get a ride from abigail?" Louise says, cutting Winter off.
"Uh, I think his name was Conner. He was really chill, pretty nice guy."
"Wait. Conner Brannan? Like...yea tall?" She held up her hand at the general height of about half the boys at the school. Not helpful. "Brown hair. Freckles? Kinda good looking?" I was nodding my head, checking off the mental list of traits that I had noticed and found mostly attractive. "OH MY GOD YOU GOT A RIDE HOME FROM CONNER BRANNAN!"
"Yeah, so? What's the big deal? Is he too cool for me or something?" Te bell rang before I could get an answer. Fuck.
