Dying to live

Chapter 2

"Sleeping Beauty you better be up or I'll..." I awoke to Clay's deep voice from my door and turned to him rubbing my eyes, he was paused in the doorway with a quizzical look on his face, as though he was trying to solve a really hard math question.

"What?" I asked, my voice a bit croaky from sleep. This seemed to snap him back to the matter in hand.

"I'm sorry" he apologized looking slightly embarrassed "I should have knocked" he shut the door again and I sat up confused as hell only to see the time on my alarm.

"Shit" I cursed and bolted out of bed.

I only had 10 minutes to get ready. I got out the first outfit I located in my drawer, which ended up being a pair of black jeans and a dark blue tank top with a black zip up hoodie over. I jumped into the bathroom with one leg in the pants trying to get them on. I combed through my hair quickly, giving up on doing anything else with it. I brushed my teeth and hurriedly applied a coat of mascara. That was the only makeup I wore on school days. I sprayed on a little perfume and stopped for a second to analyze the damage.

Considering I only had 10 minutes it wasn't that bad. My hair was curlier than normal since I took a shower last night. It reached just below my shoulders. In this lighting it looked a little more reddish than brown. My hazel eyes was staring right back at me, as I frowned at all my freckles, somehow there always seemed to be more whenever I looked in the mirror. Isa always told me I was lucky that I could get this tan and still be able to see my freckles. She'd never seen me trying to apply powder or foundation though... that was simply impossible unless I put on a lot and I didn't know how to do that so it didn't look way to fake.

My black jeans were ripped at my knees, hugging my thighs tightly. I was pretty toned since I danced, ran and swam a lot. That meant my thighs were huge, my stomach as close to flat as it ever got, and on a good day I could sport some abs. My boobs had grown a lot over winter, not that I complained but I kinda hoped they wouldn't grow anymore. I unzipped the hoodie a little showing off a little cleavage, then decided against it and zipped it back up. I grabbed my backpack and bolted down the stairs.

"AND WE HAVE A NEW PERSONAL RECORD!" Isa yelled like she was commenting on a swim meet. All my friends laughed as I entered the kitchen, accepting the piece of toast and apple Daniel were handing me. I thanked him and scowled at the rest.

We rushed out towards the cars, taking two today.

I ended up going with Clay and David in Clay's car and Isa and Daniel would go in Daniels car.

"SHOTGUN" I called as soon as the details sorted out and David cursed loudly. I smirked triumphantly and took a bite of my toast.

We got in the cars and started driving off; I was eating my food to the sound of some catchy new song they played on the radio. David was kicking my seat like the 4 year old, he is, cause he was mad I called shotgun.

"I'm sorry I just barged in like that this morning" Clay apologized and I looked up at him confused.

"Why? You were waking me up. I was clearly in the need of a wake up call... I'm surprised you weren't meaner." I speculated. He looked all flustered now.

"But you... I mean..." He stuttered.

"Spit it out" I urged questionably.

"You weren't wearing that much clothes Ellie" He finally got out and I couldn't help the blush that was now spreading my cheeks. I hadn't even thought about that I was too shocked by the time. I'd gotten hot through the night and had taken off my pj's bottoms so I was only in a tank top and my panties. But he had seen me in less; we'd been to the beach a million times together.