Keeping Her Safe

1- Happy Birthday to me

~Aprils POV~

Pulling the hood over my auburn hair, to protect it from the downpour, I jumped out of the truck, squealing in the process.

Slamming the rusty door shut, my cheeks refreshed with raindrops from the impact of the force once closing the door, causing them to dive off the window and onto me.

My emerald hoodie was soaked.

It's a shame though to be honest; when you receive a birthday gift you wouldn't assume it to be ruined only a few hours after you opened it.

Yes, today is my birthday- November 19th.

Happy birthday to me.

I could feel the pressure of the damp material press against my skin, as the tee I had on underneath didn't do much to protect me.

Speaking of protecting, protecting my hair is the most important part of this situation.

Your hair may go damp and straight once wet, but mine?

Nah.

My hair goes as frizzy as anything!

Help.

Me.

And it's a Monday morning and I have cheer practise after school today, so I do not want my hair to be all Whitney Huston, now do I?

Running around the side of the car, I didn't watch where I was going and so, typical me, I felt my grip disappear as I ever so gracefully descended to the ground.

Wow.

Laughing to myself, I let the blast of warm air from the truck fan my face, as I sat on the ground, sighing to myself.

Why am I such a fail?

And, of course, this couldn't be the life of April Dayes without at least five people witnessing my clumsiness.

A beautiful raven Porsche suddenly pulled up into the spot next to the space where I had fallen and inside held the five most popular people at Falcon High.

Miss Princess- Sasha Grace.

Mr Captain- Thomas Ethan.

His minion- Luke Cameron.

And Sashas two minions- Rebecca Joules and Kira Newton.

Fuck them all.

Just then, the window was rolled down and my ocean blue eyes met the amused gaze of Thomas.

Now, they wouldn't be popular if they were all so fricking beautiful and so, as you can probably guess, the person who I was staring at was an absolute Greek God, (capital letters needed).

I'm sorry, but how can someone actually be so gorgeous?

But then at the same time, have the most ugliest personality and heart, ever?

"Hey trash," Ethan began, "mind picking yourself up before we have to report for you littering?"

Don't let them get to you, April; especially not on your birthday.

Giggles from Sasha, Rebecca, Kira and Luke were heard from behind Mr Captain. I call him that because, obviously, he is the captain of the soccer team. No surprise there, right?!

Speak back, April! The voice inside my head said.

"Well, Thomas," I began, squaring my shoulders. This is good; my one and only chance to show them who's boss. "At least it's called a trash-can and not a trash-can-not."