Friday, October 7, 2011
*Dear Diary,
I just got this diary for my birthday, last week. Not sure if I'll use it much. Not my style. We'll see. What do people even write in diaries, anyway? Do I talk bad about my family? My dad's a grumpy, old, drunk and my mom left when I was 4. Boys? Well there's always something to write about on that topic. Too much for right now, possibly later, though.
~Rachel*
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE* *click* "I'm not waking up right now. I don't care what anyone says." My thoughts are slurred together as I lay my head back on my purple, plush pillow.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP* *click* "FINE! I'll get up. Stupid alarm clock," I think as I look at the digits displayed on the clock above my head. "8:09" it read and my heart jumped.
"I'M GONNA BE LATE" I yelled out loud as I leaped out of bed and literally sprinted to my closet. I usually pick out a perfect outfit to match my mood each day. Not today, I grab the first thing my fingers touch and throw it on. Down stairs, my dad is passed out on the couch with the TV blaring.
"Dad, go to your room," I told him. He groaned and rolled over. I didn't have time for this. I grabbed a pony tail and put my hair up. I can do my make up after 3rd period gym. I grabbed my bag and rushed to my car. I've had the shiny, red, sports car for about a month but I wasn't aloud to drive it until last week, for my birthday. Finally, I'm 16 and can do what I want. I only live a few minutes from school but the first bell rings at 8:25 and by the time I left my house it was 8:15.
I walk through the main door a few seconds after the first bell, fast walk to my locker, grab my stuff and head to Health class. The late bell rang as I stepped in to the class room, my teacher glared at me from behind his desk. I sat at my seat and looked at Tasha, my best friend. She was always jealous of me in this class because I get to sit behind Ross. She's had a crush on him for a long time but I think he's a total jerk. He's a skater, surfer, jocky guy. He was also a singer/songwriter/actor. That's what Tasha liked the most. Annoying, honestly, in my opinion. But, Tasha loves him and I guess he's hot...just not my type. Too...overrated. Ya know?
The next few hours went by and finally I was in the locker room, doing my makeup. My deep blue eyes were now lined in black and accented them in a light green eyeshadow. The embarrassing blemish above my left eyebrow was covered. I straightened my short, blond hair and added a sparkely butterfly clip.
Tasha burst in and imediately started talking about Ross. I didn't really pay attention, though. I was finished and it was time for lunch. We sat at our usual place, near the door. We had a nice collection of friends, not too big but not embarrassingly small. We weren't considered popular but we're also not the rejects. It's a comfortable place in the social chain.
Tasha shoved her elbow into my side and pointed to Ross' table. He stood up and started walking. It was clear Tasha thought he was walking towards us, she was probably planning their wedding in her head at that moment. I knew differently, though, he was just going to the salad bar. I watched her face go from perfect bliss to completely crushed when he passed by without a glance in her direction. Some of the other girls were talking about a party.
"Hey, Rach. Are you coming tonight, at Callie's place? Everyone's gonna be there....everyone but her parents!" Monica said and everyone started laughing. A few of my friends drank but Tasha and I were good about staying sober. I slipped up, once. I was at a party...with a guy...he offered, I took. Never doing that again...ever.
"Deff! Haha, my dad's probably going out with Scooter, tonight. So he wont be back until Sunday, probably." Yeah, my dad works with Scooter Braun. Before you ask...Yes, I have met Justin and yes he is as hot in person as he is on camera and in pictures. He and I had a thing, actually, last year. It was...umm...fun. I've met a lot of big-name people and that's probably why I don't actually care about Ross being and actor, singer, blah, blah, blah.
Monica turned to Tasha, winked, and said, "I heard Ross is gonna be there." Tasha started freaking out, I just rolled my eyes and finished eating.
The day passed pretty quickly, my last period was study hall. Tasha was in it so it was a fun class, but we got yelled at a lot. She awkwardly stopped talking and I looked up to see why. Ross had just walked through door. As I looked up, his eyes locked with mine and we were staring at each other for about 10 seconds, until he walked into one of his friends. His face got red, he flipped his blond hair, and walked to his seat. The whole class was awkward from then on because I know he was glancing at Tasha and I.
I felt a nudge and hear Tasha whisper, "Rach! Omg he's looking at me!!" It was the loudest whisper I've ever heard.
"He's probably just looking at..." I look around to find something on the wall. "That." I pointed to the bookshelf, even though I was pretty sure he was looking at one of us, too.
"Nope. He's totally looking at me. He's gonna be at the party tonight and I'll bet you $5 he starts talking to me." Tasha is crazy. Crazy...in love.
