The Farm Girl Meets The Alpha

Chapter 2

I wake up at 6:40 like I normally do and grab my standard outfit including a t-shirt and dark blue skinny jeans. I go to my ensuite bathroom to change and do the rest of my regular routine. I don't normally do makeup, but I apply some powder and mascara to give my pale skin some color. I start heading down the stairs when my phone goes off and tells me that it's 7:20 meaning that I need to head outside to wait for my ride. I grab one of my hoodies and pull it on as I step into my cowgirl boots. I grab my backpack and run out the door.

When my best friend Ryan pulls in the drive I get in his 'mom car' and we nod in greeting. I lean back into my seat and close my eyes as I wait. We get to the school at 7:26 then Ryan and I find our usual table in the commons. I once again close my eyes, but this time my face is lying on the table. I'm just about to doze off when something slams onto the table. I look up and see Evie with a mad look on her face and I decide to leave her alone with that. After another two minutes Andrea, another one of my best friends, arrives. She starts talking -well let's face it, more like complaining- about all of her boy drama that happened over the span of the weekend.

The bell finally goes off, saving me from hearing the rest of Andrea's story. Ryan and I break off from Evie and Andrea as we head to the band room while they go to their own classes. We get inside and we look at the board to see what we're doing and it turns out we're marching outside...again. I groan and drop my bag underneath my chair when I go to the lockers and grab my clarinet. I put it together and go meet up with the clarinet section leader. "Hey, Rachel, how are we doing this today? Are we going to play nice or not," I ask once I see her.

"How about I go soft and you go hard today? Maybe they'll listen better to Mom," she says changing it up a little. We kind of split the section leader position. Rachel is the teacher, the one who corrects them, and I'm the mom, the one who makes sure they have everything and if they are feeling okay.

"Switching it up today? Any reason," I ask.

"I didn't get that much sleep last night, and there might have been a small party." Rachel is the kind of girl that is popular because everyone loves her and not because she's a brat so she gets invited to almost everything.

"One of these days, I'm going to make you take me with you."

"Yeah right, little miss church girl isn't going to go anywhere."

"I can still think about it, though can't I?"

"Sure."

We get outside and I realize that at least we're not going to practice our halftime show. We're going to march in our parade block instead. We march around our parking lots and the road for the rest of the hour with me calling out the mistakes our girls made. When we get inside we pack up all of our stuff and wait a couple minutes for the bell to go off only for our band directors to realize that we got in late. We all start to head toward our second periods while the principal calls over the intercom to excuse the band students for being late. There are over 100 band members this year so there's no way that they can count as all late. Most of the freshman are rushing or running down the halls but the rest of us know that we don't need to.

My second-period class is my favorite, Calculus. Math is my favorite subject, but it's even better because I have Mrs. Clark. A lot of people don't like her because she cracks down on you if you don't follow the rules. I follow the rules and have had her for three out of four of my high school years and therefore is my favorite. We do our notes and get some of the homework due on Wednesday. The rest of the day passes by in a blur until I get to, Computer Services Technology, my three-hour block at our local Vo-tech school.

During my three hour block, we work on simulations or actual computers to earn certifications that we can use when we get out of high school. The second-year students in the class, me and ten other people, got one last year and now we're working on our other two. Mr. Peterson is the teacher and he just started teaching last year. This year we're supposed to do our own work and help the first year students. I'm watching one of the instructional videos before I go onto the simulation when I feel a nudge at my shoulder. I take my earbuds out and look to where I felt the nudge. I see Ethan looking at me. "Yes," I ask him.