Good Girl // a. i.

Part 2: Coffee

Here's part two. Not very good at posting long chapters but as the story progresses the chapters might get a little longer. Big things coming, so be patient with me lol. Comment and vote if you would like, I'd appriciate it. Love you guys!

I climbed back through my window. I quickly wiped my face from any make up, slipped under the covers, and seconds later the door creaked open.

"Emma, honey, time to get up." My father announced before closing the door. I quickly got up and reapplied my make up. I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs. I didn't even bother saying bye to my parents, I just walked out and headed to Starbucks for a cup of coffee. I was going to need it. I walked in and some kids from the party were there refueling. We acknowledge each other with a small nod. No one else would have caught it, but we knew. I waited in line when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Coffee for a long night?"

I turned to find him looking up at the menu with a smug look on his face.

"How do you know me?" I asked kinda creeped out that he knew me when I was pretty sure I've never seen him before in my life. I kinda wish I did though, but I quickly pushed that thought away. He was cute, but kinda weird too.

"I'm your neighbor from behind for basically you whole life thank you for noticing." he said sarcastically.

Our neighborhood was split into three parts. The first was all the rich, in their big houses and crystal clear swimming pools with slides and waterfall and all that good stuff. Then it was the middle class. My class, with our regular sized houses and not much else. The street behind my house was the beginning of the lower class side of the town. with their small houses and dead lawns. I never really talked the the neighbors behind me. We lived in different worlds with only a fence separating us and the town liked it that way. Outside of the house we could talk to whoever we wanted to, but at home we minded our own business with our own social class.

"Right." I didn't know what else to say.

"So what was miss goody two shoes doing at a party like the one last night? According the kids that caught this morning, it was a pretty awesome party." he said chuckling.

"Why does everyone call me that?" I scowled. He just chuckled.

"Hurry up and order. I need some coffee." He said pointing to the empty space in front of me. I stared at him a couple seconds longer. He was really something else making me feel some sort of way and I couldn't take it anymore. Once the coffee was in my hands I walked out without a second look. I was way too tired and hungover to deal with this guy right now.

I was pulling my books for my first couple of classes from my locker when I saw a familer hairflip of blue hair.

"So what excuse did you make when you got home?" I decided to ask Alex. Her mother was pretty strict and Alex made the most extravagant excuses I've ever heard so I knew it was going to be good.

"Never made it. Mind lending me a pencil? I left my shit at home."

I rolled my eyes as I handed her one.

"Thanks." she said as she grabbed my coffee and took a sip.

"Ohhh vanilla latte. Don't mind if I do." She starting walking away with my coffee.

"What kind of person steals someone's coffee?" I yelled at her with a smile.

She blew me a kiss before she walked into her classroom. I sighed as I turned around and walked to mine. Without my coffee I was defiantly sleeping through my first class.

At lunch, I didn't pay attention to anything grabbed. I sat down at looked down at my tray. I grabbed a questionable looking burrito, carrots and water. I chugged down the water and scooted the rest of my food away.

I scanned the cafeteria looking for him and I found him in the corner of the room with three other guys.

"Hey do you know who the messy haired blonde guy over there?" I pointed him out to Alex.

"Yeah he's in my music class! He's always playing something. He's the reason music is pouring out of that class. The rest of us don't do much." Alex laughed softly.

He was witty. I hate to admit it but he was cute too. And a musician. And that feeling I had when I was with him was more addictive than the feeling you get when you break the rules.