Munchkin

•Fourty Two•

Beep beep beep

Beep beep beep

Beep be–

"Shut the fuck up!" I yell out in anger, in turn throwing my phone which was my alarm across the room. "Oh God!" Getting out of my sheets, I run to the corner where my phone lay, picking it up and seeing that there were no new marks, only those from when I sprained my ankle.

After a quick sigh of relief, I make my bed and head for the shower. "Kids! Hurry up! Dad's dropping you!" My mother yells and I groan. I took a quick shower and threw on the first thing I found which was a sleeveless burgundy dress that stopped right at my knees. I slid on my vans with little red roses and since my hair was still straight from yesterday, I just let it lay flat after brushing through it.

Thank God for not having frizzy hair.

I went with simple stud earrings before grabbing my bag and pulling out my phone at the buzz.

😭🔫: Goodddmmooorrrnnniinnngg

Hey 😂

😭🔫: Ah bah bah bah, say it back 😑

🙄 Good morning

😭🔫: Good morning Princess 😁

😭🔫: How are you?

😭🔫: How'd you sleep

😭🔫: Oh and how was your date with...

😭🔫: I forgot his name

I'm good, slept good, the date was good

😭🔫: You are no longer allowed to use that word

Whatever

Talk to you at school

He didn't respond after that so I just head outside and into my dad's car. "Good morning, Sweetie."

"Morning Dad." It wasn't until we reach the gates of my school that I realize I didn't even eat breakfast at home. "Bye dad."

I take my time walking into the school considering there was still fourty five minutes before the bell rang. The halls weren't empty but barely any kids were there, mainly just teachers headed to the teachers lounge.

After exchanging my books in my locker, I head over to Math class. The only people I find are Finn, Sarah and three other people I forgot the names to. "Princess!" Exclaims Finn, walking to me and grabbing me into his embrace. "Haven't seen you since Friday. And you haven't been returning my calls," he glares once we've released.

I chuckle, "Yeah, I was busy," I lie and he just nods and walks back over to his desk, returning to his conversation. I adjust my bag to the back of the chair and sit down in my seat, resting my head on my folded arms on the desk.

Phoenix and I haven't talked since our small argument on Saturday. I always want to text him but never get through to it, I'm sure he was having the same struggle because I would see those little bubbles on iMessage meaning he was typing then they would disappear.

To say that I was insulted that he was high-key instigating that I have something going on with Jace is an understatement. I was furious. Honestly, all I want is for the two of them to make up for whatever has split them apart so that I'm not tearing myself up for the both of them.

I heard a door close and soon, an apple scent greets me. I sit up and see Jace smiling down at me in a white shirt that hugged him tightly, ripped light wash jeans and Timberlands. "That is literally all you wear," I chuckle.