Mondays -.-

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by Physicallydxlan

by Physicallydxlan

Lexie:

We walk into school hand in hand like any other school day. I think it's a habit of ours. We walk to our lockers, note that our lockers are side by side. As we get to our lockers, we get greeted by the special 9. It was weird because the girls were there. They're usually never around us.

"Hey assholes!" I greet, making all of them turn around to face us. "Meanie," Nash pouts, "Hola bitch" Steph greets.
I unlatch my hand from Gray's, opening my locker and putting my unessesary stuff inside. I slam my locker, startling myself and others around me.

"Why are you guys here, not to be rude. You guys are never here," I ask the girls. "Well, we thought that we should hang out with our bestie more often!" Brooklyn exclaims, making the girls all hug me. As we're having our moments, the boys are mumbling. "They're so girly," "Yeah."

It's lunch time and I'm honestly so worn out. It's only been 3 periods and I feel like absolute shit. The boys make them even worse, they always throw stuff at me and get me in trouble.

"You okay Lexie? You don't look too well" Connor asked me with a concerned tone, "he's right Lex, you look like you just came back from hell." Gray adds, making all 6 of them turn to me. They all try to talk at once and I can't understand any of them. The voices give me a headache.

"Guys, please be quiet." I demand nicely as I rest my elbows on the table, my voice isn't loud enough to overpower the 6 deep voices. "Guys please stop," still, no silence. That's when I had enough. "SHUT UP!" They all immedietley became silent, earning some glances from others.

"Guys, please be quiet. My head is killing me." I pout. "Sorry Lex," they all apologized. I just nod and cross my arms onto the table and putting my head down in the space. This headache came from the blue. It punched me in the face just an hour ago. Before that, I was feeling perfectly fine.

Minutes later, several more people sit at our table. I look up to see the girls. Nash is softly whispering to Willow.
"Hey hun, how you feeling? Nash told me btw," She rubbed my shoulder. "My head hurts like a bitch," I put my head back into my arms.

"Are you hungover?" Stephanie asked I shake my head. "Do you want some asprin?" Brooklyn adds, I shake my head again. "Get well Alexis," Willow patted my back.

It's now the end of school and my head is still killing me. I think it's like migranes or something. s

My phone buzzes, due to a new text message. I take out my phone from my back pocket to see,

Love: I'm waiting by the car.

Me: Okay, see you there

I walk to our parking spot to see Gray already inside. I get inside and throw my bag in the back, harshly. "You still feel like shit?" He asks, "No shit Sherlock." I retort. "Damn, you're unlucky. A headache and on your period, sheesh!" He shrugs. I roll my eyes in defeat, not knowing what to say next.

He starts driving, and the next thing you know, we're home. The car ride was awkwardly silent.

I walk into my house and immediately drop my bag and run to the kitchen for some aspirin. I go in the pill compartment and shuffle medicines and pill around. Here it is. I grab the aspirin bottle and open it. I get a couple of pills and toss it into my mouth. I swallow it down my throat with my spit. (Ik, gross)

"Lex!" Gray calls from the living room. "Yes?" I walk over to the room. "Get some rest because I'm taking you out today." He states. "Grayyyyy," I whine. "You're going. Now get some sleep," he demands.

Freaking demanding boyfriend.

I wasn't that tired but I'll force myself to sleep. Besides, the aspirin will work in no time.

I walk up the stairs, into my room. I plop my petite body on the bed. My eyes shut. I hate the silence, I can't sleep with silence.

An hour later, I start to slowly drift off into the darkness.

I cross my legs as I wait to arrive at the special place that Gray woke me up for. My eyes wander out the open window. The breeze of the cool evening air flows through my wavy brunette hair. I got to say, the breeze is wonderful, but it fucking up my hair. Lol. I roll up my window.

"We're here," I look out the window to see taco bell. "ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB?" I shout. I can't believe he made me dress this nice to go to a fast food restaurant. "I can see your head isn't hurting no more," he laughs. I playfully punch his shoulder, making him wince.

"Ouuuchh," he groans. "That's what you get. I thought we were going somewhere nice?!" I roll my eyes. All he does is laugh. Yes, just laugh. He parks the car and me being the stubborn teenager I am, I don't dare to step foot outside.

He gets out and looks at me from the front of the car. "Cmon," he gestures. I shake my head and roll my eyes at the same time. Yes, I'm multitasked. "I'm gonna count to three, and if you're not out by then, I'll carry you." He threatens. I turn away, not caring.

"One." Pause. "Two." Pause. "Three." I can see him smirk. Next thing you know, I'm being carried out the car by him, bridal style. I kinda like this position because it's comfortable and romantic.

He shuts the door and we make our way towards the entrance of the fast food restaurant.

A/n: Yooooo. Something surprising is coming up in a few weeks !