Teenage Dirtbag

Ch. 4

            The following morning I did the unthinkable, I dragged myself out of bed at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m. I took the time to carefully brush out my unruly hair, then dampened it and brushed it again to keep myself from looking like a poodle. Instead of doing my makeup on the bumpy ride to school, I did it in the bathroom, carefully tracing around my eyes in the liquid liner.

            By the time I'd finished in the bathroom it was close to seven, and I needed to find something to wear. Pulling open the door of my closet I began throwing clothes out behind me that I didn't deem fit to wear. Once I had thrown everything out, I began to go through the pile on the floor, finally deciding on black jeans and a plain white tank top, with a button up green plaid shirt on top.

            I felt strange looking at myself in the mirror. For once I agreed that I could actually look nice every now and then. Hopefully it didn't look like I was trying hard to look nice, just, casual. I can look nice and casual. Buttoning the plaid shirt up half way I pushed my hair behind my ears before going down stairs and making myself a bowl of cereal.

            "You look pretty today," my mother said as she came into the kitchen behind me.

            "Thanks," I said around my mouthful of cereal.

            "Excited for your date?"

            I nodded, finishing my cereal and putting the bowl in the sink. I walked past her, grabbing my book bag, "I'll be in the car."

            After my mom dropped my off at school, I knew she watched me as I walked up the steps and met with Marcel. After saying hello to him I turned and waved her off, and rolled my eyes as she drove away.

            "You look really n-nice today," Marcel stammered out as I faced him again, "I like your hair like that."

            I smiled at him, "thank you. We're both wearing green," I nodded towards his light green sweater.

            "That we are. We should get inside the bell is about to ring." Nodding I followed him inside, after stopping to pick up our books we made it into class just as the final bell rang.

            "Marcel, Scarlett, how nice of you to join us, please take your seats," Mr. Timmons said.

            "Sorry..." I mumbled as Marcel and I made it too our seats.

            The day seemed to drag by, each class seeming much more boring than usual. I kept catching myself looking over at Marcel and had to remind myself staring was rude. It somewhat baffled me that just last week, I had my first day at school and Marcel was appointed my guide. Now he was my only friend, the only boy I'd ever stayed up all night talking to. Was he just a friend now? I guess that depended on how the movie date went tonight.

            "Uh, Scarlett..." Marcel said quietly, interrupting my inner monologue with myself.