Matty’s POV
It’s the typical morning, always the same routine; I looked outside the window with the same view of the opposite building’s wall, what an awesome view I got. I noticed the alarm kept ringing and I reached out, giving a few taps on the nightstand until I found the alarm clock and pressed the tiny button to shut it off.
I looked at the ceiling for a few minutes, waiting for my sleepiness to go away without any result. Apparently it’s one of those days when I just want to stay in bed, eating some crap and watching TV. In days like this Netflix is always my best friend. I’m not really a person who watches TV shows or movies and gets obsessed with them, but I have to admit that Orange Is The New Black is just way too fucking good.
After a while I sat up on the edge of the bed, wincing because of the effort, and after a few moments I finally got up. I walked lazily towards the bathroom, and when I found myself in front of the little mirror above the sink I saw that one of my eyes was a little swollen. I laughed exaggeratedly at that “small accomplishment”, but remembering what happened the night before turned my laugh bitter and sarcastic. If anyone saw me right now they wouldn’t believe a single word that came out of my mouth. I just can’t understand how my life came to this… well, actually I have very clear how I got stuck in this boring routine, but even I find ridiculous the way one face hides the other.
I got dressed in the simplest outfit, black jeans, black shirt, boots and a leather jacket. That was my thing, my wardrobe was the simplest thing in my life, I mean, even my hair was a mess, always leaning to one side. In special occasions I used to comb my hair back, but for college I didn’t really care how it looked. I’m not an egocentric guy, but I don’t like looking like shit either.
Once I got to the kitchen I tried to find something to eat but I didn’t find anything good, so I just took an apple, taking a bite while I checked the time on my phone. I had fifteen minutes to get to my first class and I was still looking for my backpack. In moments like this I wonder why I’m still in school, answering myself just a moment later “Because there is where I hide”. That’s the reason why I have to stand every subject as much as I hate them.
When I finally found my bag I hung it over my right shoulder, cursing under my breath once I remembered I still had to look for my car’s keys. I’m starting to think I have to clean my apartment, but let’s be honest, I’ll always find a good excuse to avoid it. I sighed in relief when I found the keys over a table near to the front door, I took them and I put on my sunglasses before I stepped out into the hallway. It was still dark outside but for some reason I always had to wear my shades.
My apartment was on the sixth floor, so I walked to the elevator, getting inside once the doors opened just a few seconds after I pressed the tiny button. There was no one inside, just like I was expecting, and I was really thankful for it. I’m never in a good mood on a Monday’s morning and honestly, having to talk with an annoying neighbor wasn’t the best way to start my day. It took me a few minutes to get to my car, once I took off the alarm I threw my bag on the passenger’s seat, I got in and the music blasted inside my car when I started the engine. Michael Jackson relaxed me a little, he always did.
When I stopped the car at the college’s parking lot I noticed how everyone walked towards the big building. I checked the time again, damn it, I got there right in time and that brought me down again. I took my bag, got out of the car, and started walking towards the front door, like everyone else. However, a loud screech of a car suddenly braking took me by surprise. I turned around quickly and I barely had the time to put my hands in front of me before the car stopped just few inches away. Great, there’s nothing better to start the day than a car almost running over me.
-Are you an idiot or what?- I yelled angry, much angrier than I already was. I saw how the driver’s door flung open and a girl came out of the car with her face completely red.
-I’m so sorry, you came out of nowhere. Don’t you see where you’re going?-
-Oh, so now I have to be afraid of walking freely on the street. I have to be careful?-
-Well, you’re in a parking lot, so you probably should.-
-You should be the one to be careful.-
Is she challenging me? I shook my head and I started walking again, there was no point in fighting with some random girl. I glanced at her over my shoulder to see her, she was standing still but after a few moments she went back to her car. I’ve never seen her before, and by her accent I can tell she’s not from here, North American maybe? I didn’t really care so I just kept walking until I got to my classroom. Once I opened the door, I noticed everyone was staring at me, including the teacher, and by his look I could tell I wasn’t the only one in a bad mood.
-You better give me a good excuse for your delay, Healy- He said and I felt all the eyes boring into me even more. I glanced at the clock over the board, I was only eight minutes late, I didn’t see why he was overreacting so much.
-I had a little drawback on the parking lot, can I just sit down?- I heard the door opening behind me and after a couple of seconds I felt it hitting my back. Perfect.
-I’m sorry… oh, it’s you again.-
-This can’t be happening.-
-From what I see, today is a day of delays. Miss, who are you?- By the tone of his voice there was no doubt he was really mad. Well, at least I wasn’t the only one late anymore.
-I’m really sorry, I’m new and I couldn’t find the classroom, besides I had a little mishap on the parking lot.-
-Yes, you almost kill me.- I whispered so only she could hear me.-
-People in here aren’t careful enough to cross the street, especially when there are cars near.- I couldn’t help but laugh this time and without saying anything else I walked towards an empty seat at the back of the class. I noticed she was right behind me and I stopped, she did the same.- Don’t even think I’m following you, there are just two empty seats and they’re together.-
-I’m so lucky.- I said sarcastically throwing my bag on the floor and sitting down on one of the free armchairs, I watched askance that she was doing the same just a few inches from me. I hate Mondays.
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Here is it! Finally the first chapter, I think it's a little short but I liked how story began. My best friend helped me with the translation, she's amazing. Hope like it to all of you, let me know anything on a comment, ok?
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I'm Not Scared
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