"I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I'm not ashamed of anything." -Eminem
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"My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil'baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep in on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble"
The loud roar of music reverberated across the walls, the echoes bouncing off every surface. Grabbing two pillows I drape them against my ears trying to muffle the noise, but with no avail. Too tired to scavenge for the source playing Kendrick Lamar's Humble, I groggily rub my eyes and flip myself over to the other side of the bed, letting the sound repeat over and over in a loop.
The curtains over the windows are still drawn shut, so I tug on the lamp. Immediately, it casts a warm yellow glimmer across the room.
The first thing I do now that I'm officially awake is grab my Motorola flip phone from off the counter. The screen glowsto alert me of my two missed messages.
I click on the unknown number and the two texts appear.
It's mom. Mark bought me a new phone this morning, so u can take my old one if u want, its downstairs in box on the kitchen island. Sent 37 minutes ago.
Also, u have a meeting with the principal at Goldstein today 2 set up classes & a mandatory tour from the student council prez. Be ready by 11. Katey and that Jax boy are taking u. Don't embarrass urself. Sent 32 minutes ago.
I type out a rushed reply and hit send.
Thanks for the vote of enthusiasm, mom. And thanks for giving me enough time to prepare. I could've at least researched the school before meeting the principal.
At the top of the red metallic screen, the numbers read 10:29 which gives me approximately 31 minutes to take a quick shower, brush my teeth, change, and hopefully grab a small breakfast downstairs.
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As I trod down the staircase, I tuck my hair between the fluffy white towel, and begin to shuffle it around
to strain the water out. Once I decide that it's dry enough to the point I'm not dripping on the marble floors, I tie it in a wrap around my head before my slightly cropped light blue hand me down sweater gets soaked. The damp hair stays hidden behind walls of fluff.
The goons await me at the bottom of the steps,with Katey wearing a permanent scowl and Jax practicing a rather bored looking expression.
"Sure took your time getting ready, princess." Jax slurs as if he has anything better to do. Scratch that he probably does, but no need to be a Grade A dick.
And according to the large grandfather clock in the living room, I have 12 minutes left so they're the one's who aren't in tune with any clocks, but I keep my mouth shut eager to avoid any unnecessary fights.
"Can I please go grab a banana or something? I'm famished and I swear I'll be ready faster than you can spell calculus." I basically beg while looking into the kitchen to see if there's anything already prepared, I wouldn't be surprised if they had a personal chef.
A slight sparkle appears in Katey's eyes making her appear devilish. She angles her head and spits with venom, "Are you serious? Just saying, Arabella sweetie, you should skip out on breakfast. I can see the couple extra pounds. We either leave now or never, Jax and I actually have things to do and people to meet. If you really want, you can walk your fatass to school, it'll help with the calories."
Feeling insulted, I look straight into her eyes and retort, "Really, that's all you got? You go to one of the nksr prestigious schools in the country and you still have zero creativity. And btw I'm a 4 and I don't care what you think about my weight, just proves how shallow you are." I lace my words with pride, feeling the urge to tell her there's no need for me to validate my size in front of her.
Obviously unhinged, she clenches and unclenches her fist until Jax notices and tranquilizer her.
He leans in and plants a firm looking kiss on her lips and immediately the small peck turns into a full blow make out session, tongue and all.
"I didn't know you two were an item!" I holler as my hands creep towards my eyes in an attempt to cover them from the horrific sight.
After about 300 more seconds they unglue themselves from each other's faces, and Jack turns with a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat.
"We're definitely not a thing. I don't date. I hook up, have sex, and party. I'm here for a good time baby and if you want you can be my next conquest?" This earns him a nice smack on the wrist from Katey.
"No need to get possessive Katey, I'll have to kindly refuse this Lancelot."
"Who's Lancelot?"
"You've got to be joking." I palm my face and continue, "From Camelot? The knight in shining armor?"
Katey barks, "No one likes a know it all." She gestures to the door, "Out. Get in the car. We'll meet you in 5."
"But. What. I don't have the keys and it's 94 degrees."
"Does it look like I care? You can go melt for what it's worth, that'll make it easier to get rid of your mom. One down, one to go. Now just go wait outside or you can forget about a ride. Jax and I need to have a little discussion about talking to pests."
One look at their faces, and I know that I'd rather be anywhere but here, even if that means sweating out every drop of liquid I have in my body.
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The meeting was surprisingly pleasant except for the multiple times Mr.Blackwell glanced at my choice of clothing and gave me a disgusted glare. Oh and the fact he used the most condescending tone he could muster up when I told him what courses I desired to be enrolled in, as if he couldn't believe "sewage scum" could be intelligent.
But after debating for a good hour he was forced to give me white slip of paper with my classes listed.
AP CHEM-Jones
CALCULUS BC-Gofrey
HONORS ENGLISH-Hunt
AP ART HISTORY-Bruner
AP FRENCH-Suzette
Too concentrated on my schedule with the listed teachers, I stumble into a bush while on my way to find Micah Charity for a private tour.
Suddenly, screams pierce my ears from what sounded like 100 feet ahead of me.
I begin to sprint with my arms and legs flailing, phone in hand ready to dial 911 and project the words , "Who's there? Are you ok?"
And that's when I came to the conclusion. Those weren't screams. They were moans.
In the nearest classroom, a teacher's contorted face who appeared to be in the mid twenties, was pressed against the small rectangular window with the most captivating, breathtakingly beautiful guy, I've ever encountered. Enough to make Jax look average.
Arabella what are you thinking? This is disgusting. They're disgusting. Who would even stoop to that level, clearly they both have no morals.
Too stunned to move, I stood there, until her eyes open and land on mine. When actuality seeps into me, I urge my legs to start up again and just like that, I shoot away like a bolt of lighting.
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