Crown-less Kings

First day fails

The Dykes were not lying about their children coming and going. Although it seems like just one in particular. I'm assuming it was the boy I met on the first day, the one who called himself a King, that came and went at all hours. 

I'd finally be settling into bed around eleven when I hear a car door open and close. If their porch light was on, I could roughly see a figure walking to the driveway. I'd even woken up a couple times this week at three in the morning when another car door slams shut and a figure walks into the house. 

I guess you could say I wasn't sleeping too much. But no one else in the family mentioned anything so I sucked it up and pretended I loved my base level room with a perfect view of the house next door.

Luckily Dad moved us right in time for school to begin, so we were seeing the school for the first time that year with everyone else. It definitely made it easier when we moved anytime other than during the school year. It's much easier to blend in when most faces are new in a class, not when you suddenly walk in and everyone's starring at you wondering why you're here.

I hum to my music, carefully applying a thin layer of mascara. This town was smaller than some cities we've lived in. But thank the lord the population was over 20,000. Hopefully, I'll be able to disappear and finish high school with no big deals. I chuckle at the thought.

Since Sheppard and I go to the same school, Mom makes me give him rides, even though Sheppard is very adamant about driving since he just turned 16.

"Barkley! Please, will you hurry up? Can't you be like other girls and put makeup on in the car? I'll drive!" I roll my eyes, grab my phone and backpack before wandering to the front door. 

Sheppard's leaning against it with a face as if he were in pain. A pain in my ass, that for sure, "You will not be driving my car, thank you very much. Hello passenger seat, here you come."

"Bye boys! Have a good first day of school!" My mom sneaks a picture of us, I pose and Sheppard just whines more. Finally, we get in the car and I almost see Sheppard visibly relax.

"Chill, sweetheart. It's high school, god," I give him a look and start the car but Sheppard doesn't notice.

"I already missed tryouts, so I have to find the coach and see if I can still play- and hopefully not on the worst team. So you chill," I almost laugh at Sheppard's eagerness to play sports. Nasty, I'd rather live without brain trauma thank you very much.

"I think you'll be great. I'm sure not too many people want to be a mascot anyway."

"Fuck you, Farkley."

"Ditto, bitch."

And then the rest of the car ride is me singing to the music and Sheppard angsty starring out the window. Sheppard's probably happy we live less than ten minutes from the school, so he still has time to try out or whatever. I roll my eyes in disgust as he bolts out of the car weaves through the parking lot and disappears into the school. Too innocent.

I take my time, rechecking the light amount of makeup I put on this morning, scrolling through snapchat, and texting Bailey before getting out and shuffling to into prison number 3. The hallways are clustered with people they haven't talked to all summer but still pretend like they're friends. Lots of fake squealing, fake smiles, and fake bitches. 

 "Excuse me, I think maybe that's my locker?" Pretending like you're not confident is the best way to set yourself up to deal with a wrong answer. 123 is my locker, but there are a few girls clustered around it.

"Oh, whoops," The main girl has dark hair and pink lipstick that pops. I like her, even more, when she pushes one of the other girls out of the way and says, "Move your fat ass, Kendra."