Trapped In A Library

#3 Hello there , Stranger !

I struggled to press the snooze button of my damn alarm clock. Barely opening my eyes, I scanned the space around me. It was still pretty dark and I must have plenty of time to sleep. "Merry fucking christmas" I whispered to myself and shoved my face into the pillow.
"Wake up kiddo!" Dad walked in and opened the curtains.
''Dad" I shut my eyes tight .
"Pretend all you want, but it is morning outside. You have to get ready for school" he bundled me up along with my bedsheet and lifted me.
"Dad. Leave me alone." I pounded his shoulders but it all went in vain. He took me to the living room and dropped me in the couch.
"Harry. I told you not to do that anymore. She is fourteen. She is not a child anymore" my mom came to my rescue.
"Come on. She is always my baby. And look at her, she is barely 4 feet" he laughed.
"I am 4"9" I pouted.
"Yes you are sweety. Go take a shower" mom kissed me and I stood up wrapping the sheets around my shoulders.
"Fine I won't pick her up anymore. How about you ?" My dad picked up my mother and she giggled and shushed him. I walked away controlling my smile and pretending like nothing romantic is going on behind my back.

I hopped in the shower and came back wearing a pair of pants and a top with a cute cupcake on it. My father was getting ready for work and mom was busy in kitchen.
"I am leaving. I don't have time to eat." I picked an apple and tried to walk away but dad grabbed my back pack and pulled me.
"You are not going anywhere little lady. I am going to drop you in your school today." He made me sit with him and we had our breakfast . I suppose I can reach the school on time if he drops me off. Mom waved us goodbye and I hoped into the car.
"Seatbelt" my dad scoffed.
"But dad, school is just 20 mins away"
"Seatbelt" .
He wasn't ready to negotiate.
"Alright" I frowned and put on the seat belt. We reached school just before my bell.
"Love you. Be a good girl" He kissed me and I waved bye. He never said anything about picking me up after school. Guess I'll have to walk home.

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"Did you hear that thing about Jerome ?" Kayla already had a gossip in hand and it isn't even lunch hour.
"Who is Jerome ?" I walked to my locker. She followed me and went on and on about Jerome who, according to her, got beaten up by Riverdale high boys in hooters for making a move on the house captain's girlfriend. I had no idea who Jeremy, Riverdale house captain , hooter or his girlfriend were but I listened to her gossips hoping that getting it off her chest would help her. She was relieved, to say the least.

"You know , yesterday my mom told me few things about maverick." I said in a low voice since people were too close around us.
"Really ? I was hoping I would tell you" she pouted "How much did she tell ?"
"Everything I need to know. Including the principal room incident" I nodded.
"Yeah he was furious that day. You should have seen him. Even the cops were afraid to arrest him" she shivered slightly.
"

But yesterday he seemed so calm" I shrugged.
"You saw him !" She raised her eyebrows.
"Not really. I couldn't see his face. Just his hair" we walked into the classroom and Settled.
"He was very silent and kind and sensitive. Everyone in this school loved him for a period of time. But he had another side that we only saw that day. His anger was something scary. The rage in his eyes and the piercing gaze still gives me chills" She
sighed aloud.
"Good afternoon"we heard a voice and faced the entrance. It was Ms. Jones. Not just Ms.Jones, Ms.Jones wrapped in a crop top with high waisted jeans.
"Hot" kayla said with no second thoughts and covered her mouth in embarrassment . I giggled.

After the class we headed to the cafeteria for lunch.
"Hot huh ?" I chuckled smacking Kayla's head.
"What ? I think she is sexy. I like blondes " she winked.
"Have you thought about the cheerleading auditions ?" She picked a pear and put in in her tray.
"Haven't thought about it yet. It is just friday right ? I will decide before tuesday." I picked an apple.
"Don't you want the pear ?" She offered me one.
"No . I don't want any pear pressure on me" I laughed.
"Get out" she smacked me.