bite your face to spite your nose, seventeen and a half years old.
i woke up twenty minutes too early - 5:10. i rubbed my eyes, and rolled over to slid my alarm off before it yelled at me. i groaned, but i liked these mornings. it gave me some time to actually wake up, and i got to play on my phone before regretting doing such and getting up later if i woke up at 5:30. i scrolled through twitter for a bit, and played a couple quick games. 5:30 came by too fast and i stretched my arms as i locked my phone. i sat up on my bed and looked at myself in the mirror - oh shit, i had a lot of work to do. i swung my feet over the side of the bed and rubbed my eyes. i heard a quick whimper from underneath me.
"shit! hershel, move!" i slid my feet back on the bed and patted it, motioning my german shepard to come up on the bed. he jumped up, and licked and bit my nose.
"stoppit! stop, hershel!" i laughed as i stroked his head and scratched his ears. i sighed, and stepped out of bed. i have no clothes to wear, i thought to myself. after another ten minutes of trying out various outfits, i decided to go with a red skater dress, with a very light arrow design. i walked over to my vanity and sat on the butterfly chair in front of it. after pulling my hair back, i went through my daily routine of makeup - tinted moisterizer (foundation was too much for a friday at school), bb cream, concealer, pressed powder (i got some in my mouth), a peachy blush, winged eyeliner, a bit of black liner on the bottom (to even it out), a couple coats of mascara, and finally a shade of pinky-nude lipstick. after quickly colouring in my eyebrows, i gave myself another once over. i hadn't done my hair yet, and it was already 6:15. i had another half an hour until i had to leave for school. should i straighten my hair? naaah. i pulled it into a quick bun and pulled out a couple strands by my temple to make it a bit messier. i went downstairs and made myself a breakfast smoothie with bananas and strawberries. i grabbed my white keds and tied them onto my feet.
"bye mom!" i yelled up stairs. she was probably still asleep - she had a big day ahead of her. i remembered as i walked out the door that last night, she was really excited about showing this family a new house down the street. she loved her job as a real estate agent - too much, sometimes. i started my car, and took a sip of my smoothie. a motion to the side of my eye caught my attention. i turned and saw louis coming out of his house with his backpack slung over his shoulder. his hair was quiffed up, and he was wearing a black band t-shirt and black skinny jeans. he had on his punk look again. he saw me in my car, and waved to me. he jogged his way over and tapped on my window. i gulped and rolled down the window.
"hey, tatum! what's up?" he asked. i took a sip of my smoothie out of my brightly coloured straw. (if i was being honest, i tried to do it seductively.)
"tired as fuck. you?"
"same. i didn't know you could drive!"
"yeah, have been for about a half year now."
"are you serious?"
"yeah, haha."
"where the hell have i been?"
"i dunno - do you need a lift?"
"yeah. actually, my gas tank is out, i think. do you mind?"
"no, not at all - just bring a gas tank or something, we can stop on the way home." he thanked me and headed towards his family's garage. oh shit oh shit oh shit i was giving a ride to the guy of my dreams. i'd liked him for as long as i could remember but i didn't want to risk our friendship (cheesy, i know.) i checked my makeup in the mirror and smoothed out my dress. he started back to the car, and i unlocked the door so he could put the tank in the back. he opened the door, and in the rearview mirror i saw his arm muscle slightly flex under his shirt. i licked my lips as he shut the door and made his way around the car. he slid himself into the car, and buckled himself in. i put my smoothie down and started backing down my driveway. it was about a 15 minute ride to school - enough time to give him a blowjob, i thought to myself. i shook my head slightly, embarressed that i even thought of that.
