The Mafia Boy

Chapter 49

Rachel's POV:
"Pumpkin get up it's almost 8," my dad shook me awake.

"Mmhmm," I mumbled, refusing to open my eyes.

"Rachel come on it's late. It's time to get up," my dad continued to shake me.

"I don't want to," I muttered, my face buried in my pillow.

"I didn't want to either but that didn't stop me. Now come on. It's Monday, you start school today."

I groaned as I opened my eyes and was blinded by the amount of sunlight shining through the window. My dad took a step back and gave me a smile.

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"Afraid so," my dad frowned.

"Okay," I gave in.

My dad walked out of my room as I got out of bed. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. While I proceeded to brush, I started to get undressed. Once I was done, I hopped into the shower and turned the knob. The water was cold at first so I let it warm up. It took me forever to get it to the right temperature.

When it was finally right, I started to wash myself. I didn't have my own soap so I used my mom's body wash and her shampoo. After I finished, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body. The air felt cold against my bare damp skin as I stepped out of the bathroom and into my room.

I didn't care what I wore, I didn't have anyone to impress here. After putting on some underwear, I grabbed a white tank top and some black ripped skinny jeans. Because I wasn't sure if there was going to be a strict dress code, I wore a blue flannel over the white tank top. Of course I put on my signature white converse because they were my go-to shoes.

"Rachel are you almost ready? You're already late," my mom shouted from downstairs.

"I'm ready, hang on," I responded back.

I grabbed my backpack that was on top of my dresser and headed downstairs. When I got to the bottom step, I realized I had forgotten to put on a bra. I quickly rushed back upstairs to my room.

"Rachel? Where are you?" my mom shouted.

"Hang on I'm getting something," I quickly checked through my underwear drawer for a bra.

Once I finally found one, I put it on, somehow managing to do that without taking my tank top off. I quickly put my flannel back on and ran down the stairs.

"Okay, I'm ready," I said out of breath.

"Do you want some breakfast before you go?" my mom turned to me, holding a pan in her right hand with a pancake in it.

"No. I'm already late," I said, grabbing an apple.

"Your dad will drive you," she told me.

My dad was waiting at the front door, leaning against the doorframe and tossing his keys up into the air repeatedly and catching them with one hand. He stopped when he noticed me.

"Let's go," he said, turning to open the front door.

We walked out of the house as my mom shouted 'bye' from the kitchen. I got into my dad's car as he locked the front door and rushed over to the driver's seat. When he got in, he immediately started the car and drove off, not even looking to see that there was no car coming as he pulled out of the driveway.

The school wasn't too far from my parents' house but it definitely would've taken me about an hour if I had gone walking. When we arrived, my dad dropped me off right in front of the building. He drove off as soon as he waved goodbye to me. I walked into the building and went straight to the main office.