The Perks of Being a Freak (Editing)

72. My Snow Day, pt 1

The next morning, I woke to the harsh blaring of my alarm clock. Groaning, I stretched, rolled, and promptly fell out of bed onto the floor. With a moan of discomfort, I rose up on an elbow and smashed the alarm clock.

Then someone in the room chuckled.

I shot up, looking around for the intruder. Then my eyes landed on Simon, leaning against the bathroom door, in nothing but a towel.

I swallowed and fought to keep my eyes on his face.

“Like what you see, Jewel?” Simon chuckled, and my cheeks blazed.

“Uh…” I blinked rapidly, and then squeaked and spun around.

“Well there goes my ego,” I heard him mutter.

“It was too big, anyway,” I replied, trying to keep my voice in the normal vocal range. For some reason, it kept shooting up an octave.

“Ha, funny,” Simon scoffed. “I used your shower, by the way.”

“I noticed!” I replied. “Now get dressed!”

“Fine, fine,” I sighed in relief when the bathroom door shut.

A few minutes later, Simon emerged, hair still wet, but now he was fully clothed in a T shirt and his hoodie. The gray hoodie that I have never seen him without.

“I have to run home and get my homework,” he said, kissing me quickly on the cheek. My stomach dropped.

“Oh, shit,” I swore and ran to my backpack. “I never did my homework!”

Simon chuckled, wished me good luck, and wriggled out of the vent. I glanced at the clock. I had an hour to shower, change, and do a days worth of homework. I could do it.

Showering took me three minutes, tops. Getting dressed took a minute. That left me fifty six minutes to do my homework.

It took twenty to finish calculus alone. 

By the time I finished spanish, I was late and planning how I would be able to finish my assignments before they were due. I was halfway to my car when I noticed the snow blocking every driveway, piling up on the roads, and still falling in small white flakes.

As a native of Massachusetts, I recognized the signs of a snow day well.

And so I ran back upstairs, stripped, pulled on my pajamas, and crawled back into bed to sleep for another four hours.

Snow days were the best.