I loudly groan as my mom walks into the room throwing a pillow at me in order to get me up. She walks out and I flip off the door because I'm to scared to actually flip her off. I get out of my bed and walk straight to the shower. I do what you usually do plus brush my teeth and walk out of the bathroom. I then glance over at the mirror to see that my face is looking pretty flawless with no makeup. I apply my glasses and to my surprise, I'm still....decent. I then put on my cropped hoodie and shorts along with my shoes.
I walk downstairs to be met with an empty kitchen and no sign of my mother. I smile not just because my mother is nowhere to be found but because its clean. I'm pretty sure I've been a clean freak since birth at the rate I'm going. I could just imagine myself in the womb placing the food tube in the corner and the leftover guts on a shelf.
(A/N: I'm sorry but Past Granola....What the fuck is going on with you?😂😂)
I walk over to the fridge and grab an apple and I write a mental note to buy groceries. I grab my bag and shut off my phone stuffing it in the front pocket. I walk out of the house locking the door. I walk to my car and place my bag in the back seat. Also, if you couldn't tell, I have OCD, or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
I begin to drive to school, it's about a 5 minute drive. I don't have many friends, but most people don't have any problems with me. Except for Grayson Dolan and his friends. Ever since I started at this school it's been a living hell with them. I reach the school and I park in my usual spot. It's under the shade so no one can see me.
I grab my bag from the back and take out the books I don't need yet. I lock my car and begin my walk into the school. While walking into the school, I'm barricaded by catcalls and whistling. I put my head down blushing as speedwalk to my locker.
I'm flattered that they think, emphasis on think, that I'm pretty but I know it's just for my clothing choice. I continue to put my books into my locker until I am interrupted by someone slapping my ass.
I quickly turn around startled as the person wraps their hand around my neck pushing me against the lockers. I am met by my former personal stalker, Alex Aiono.
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He's had a crush on me since freshman year, I know this because he told me. Every month he attempts to ask me out hoping I'll say yes. I pry his hands off my neck in which he slips them around my waist.
"How do you get thicker every day, cutie", "Wouldn't you like to know", "You know if you were mine, I wouldn't have to ask you all these questions", "Haha, your so smooth", "When are you going to say yes?", "When pigs fly, Alex", "Your lucky your adorable, I'll be looking up at the sky for pigs, see you later", he ends our conversation kissing me on the cheek.
