Trap ↠ Noah Centineo

Four

Monday's. The notorious day that everyone hated. All except me. I know what you're thinking, you must be in insane or in critic condition to be not bothered by the horrific day called Monday but it really didn't bother me.

Monday's reminded me of a new fresh week where I could self improve again. I know, cheesy but it helps me get through the week knowing that everything from last week stays in last week business.

I stretch my aching body before getting up to brush my teeth.

I felt good that everything seemed like it been resolved. I mean besides the fact that I still wanted to talk to Mia about Noah but at least my some what of a relationship with him was pure hatred anymore. It felt good to be done with all the petty games. Like I said. A fresh new week.

I head to my dresser and apply a light amount of makeup before quickly getting dressed.

I hated the movies or books that made girls not like wearing makeup or not like dressing up because they wanted to make the main character "different" but there was nothing wrong with me or any girls liking any of those things. It was always pictured as if you did like those things you were either stuck up, dumb, or weak which I am non of those things along with the twenty million other girls that enjoy wearing makeup or how they dressed. Personally for me, I saw it as a form of art and a way to express myself. And there was nothing wrong with that.

Once I'm finish with myself, I head downstairs with my bag and grab a bagel for my way out.

"Mia", I yell. First thing I learned about Mia living with her was she usually tended to wake up late. She was not a morning person. On the daily, she would make us almost late but we were going to actually be late if she didn't wake up now.

I notice a note on the counter and make my way around. I pick up the note and read it.

Noah's driving me to school so you have the car.
Love,
Mia

I roll my eyes and throw the piece of paper out. Well at least I have the car to myself.

I grab the keys and head to school. I wasn't really bothered by the fact that Mia was now getting driven by Noah to school but it was different. I mean practically every morning we screamed some Paramore song while arriving. Right now, I was the only one singing.

I arrive to school and park in my parking spot. I didn't see Noah's car in lot but then again, there were a lot of cars in the senior parking lot.

I turn off my engine and head towards the school. Hopefully Noah was here because if he was that meant Mia was here and I didn't particularly feel like looking at my phone until class started. I enter the school and head to my locker. I was moving peacefully minding my own business, that was until someone rudely bumped into me.

And of course it was Chloe.

"Oh hey Chinese girl, didn't see you there. Where's your other partner? I was hoping to speak to her today."

I roll my eyes. She knew I was Korean. She was just being blatantly racist.

"Do you have nothing better to do than to harass me everyday?"

"I do. In fact I have some matters to talk to your little friend. She better watch her back."

"Because we're so scared", I say sarcastically.

"I mean it Kimberly. If you think for even a second I'm going to let Noah date that freak, you've got another thing coming."

"Do you even realize what you're saying? You're fighting over a boy. A boy who you are realistically not even going to marry. Stop worrying about getting him back and focus on more important things. I don't have time to waste talking to you so excuse me."