Ice

Chapter Four

I woke up to the sound of Aiden blasting his Pierce the Veil crap in my ear.

"Aid, I swear to God if you don't move your phone away from my ear, instead of Pierce the Veil, you'll be screaming, 'She pierced my throat!'" I groaned, pulling my covers over my head.

"C'mon Al! Guess what day it is!" Aid said, practically buzzing with excitement.

"I don't care," I responded.

"Guess!"

"No."

"Guess!"

"No."

"Guess!"

"Fine! What day is it, Aiden?" I asked annoyed. He grinned and responded with, " Burrito day at school!" I groaned and punched him in the arm.

"That's what you woke me up for, jackass? It's only Monday," I said, then fell out of my bed. "It's Monday! I have school!" I yelled, throwing off my pajamas.

"Woah! Boy! Still in here!" Aiden exclaimed and covered his eyes. I chuckled.

"Aid, we used to bathe together. I think you can handle seeing my voluptuous breasts once again," I teased. He rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, Al. You're, like, a B cup."

I gasped and countered with, "You shut up! You're only, like, 6 inches!" Aiden shook his head and replied. "I'm 8 inches, FYI." I made a grossed out face and asked, "Why am I even having this conversation with my brother?" He gagged and replied, " I don't even know!" then sprinted out of my room and into a wall on account of he still had his eyes covered.

I fell into a fit of giggles, then remembered the I only have- what time is it?- twenty minutes left to be at school! I shower and apply makeup in a record- breaking amount of time. I throw on the first things I pull out of my closet, which happens to be a pair of light wash jeans and my Fall Out Boy t-shirt. I grab a jacket that looks like a varsity jacket but is made with different material, and stumble down the stairs pulling it on.

I glance at the clock. I've still got ten minutes!i grab a granola bar and race out the house. I don't get a chance to see mom, as she'd already left for work.

"Bye, everyone!" I shout and receive mumbles of something that sounds like "Bye Al" in response.

***

I sprint into homeroom seconds before the bell. "Here!" I shout as our homeroom teacher calls my name for attendance.

"You're lucky. You came in right before she called your name. " Rey snickered, not looking up from her phone that she'd had her eyes glued to since I walked in.

"Yeah. I know," I panted. Rey looked up at me and asked me why I wore a bright red bra under a white t-shirt.

"Well... Uh... Why are are you looking at my boobs? As a matter of fact... Why are you looking at your phone so much? Who're you texting? Huh? Huh?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"I, uh, I have no idea what you're talking about," Rey stuttered.

"Did you just stutter?" I questioned in disbelief. This has got to be good. Rey never stutters.

I snatched her phone and held it under my desk.

"Hey!" she protested, reaching for it.

"Who is Sexy Hispanic Guy?" I asked, smirking knowingly. Rey's eyes widened.

"Uh, he's, uh... He's my dad!"

"Rey, you're dad is Asian."

"Uh, well, you don't know my life!" Rey said defensively.