“Did you see those guys?!” I ask Kris as I sit down at the table once again. She gives a confused look. “Who?” I look around to see if they were anywhere around, and to my dismay, I see them sitting at the far table from us.
“Them.” I point slightly to them, Kris looking behind her shoulder to see. “Ooh, they’re attractive.” She says, still staring behind her shoulder. “Kris! Stop looking…” I whisper, her turning around and shrugging.
“What’s wrong with them?” I tell her what the curly one had told me, her nodding along. “Wow. Douche bag much?” I nod, sitting back in my chair.
I can’t help but stare at the back of his head as we sit there, taking in the way his curls bounce up at the end of his beanie. “Worst of all, he didn’t look apologetic at all.” I pout, Kristen laughing slightly.
“Don’t let them get to you. They’re probably just angry about school starting or something. Ready to go?” I nod silently, giving him one last look before standing up with Kris.
We quickly walk by the guy’s table, hoping not to strike any conversation as we walk outside. I look back quickly inside the window and see him laughing about something to his friends.
I watch his dimples disappear as he slowly turns his head to me, connecting eyes. His face is cold, and it holds a deep frown as I gasp and quickly turn away, hoping that someway, he didn’t see me.
Of course he saw you, he locked eyes with you dipshit.
I scold myself for looking back at him and jog up to Kris who was five feet ahead of me. “What an idiot…” I breathe, her laughing and continuing to walk ahead.
I keep my head down, thinking of any excuse as to why he’d say that, but I come up dry as I come to the conclusion that he is just a very, very rude individual.
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“Shay! Time to get up!” I hear my mother yell my name from downstairs, me groggily throwing the covers over my legs. “First day of the last year!” She sings, making me instantly perk up.
It was my first day. Which meant school starts, which means social life again! I grin and stand up, stretching my arms way above my head and making a sound that relates to a dying moose.
I grab a pair of my denim shorts and pull them up my long legs, doing a little dance to pull them over my wide hips. I then go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and my hair, making sure that I looked as perfect as possible for my first day of senior year.
I look at my reflection and then to the clock on my counter, it’s six ten, I have about thirty minutes to get ready.
That’s what I get for staying up until one with Kris last night. I groan and start up my curler, watching the red dot as it blinks until it goes blue, signaling that I could curl my head now.
I make quick tight curls on the bottom half of my hair, framing my face and accenting my makeup. I smile into the mirror and grab my favorite tee-shirt, which was more like a tank-top since I had cut off the sleeves and bottom.
It was a shirt I had gotten from a concert that I went to last summer, One Republic. I absolutely loved that band, and when I got this shirt, I was overjoyed.
“Shayne, five minutes!” I hear my mom call, me looking to the time once again. Sure enough, it was already six forty, ten minutes before my bus is supposed to show.
I run out of the bathroom and down the stairs, grabbing my backpack on the way. “Good morning!” My mom smiles, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“Good morning, I’ll see you at three!” I slur, slightly panicking about the time. My mother laughs, knowing why I’m talking so fast and nods. “Have fun!” She yells as I open the door and run out, fast walking out to the stop sign by my street.
I see Kristen already standing by the stop sign, checking her watch repeatedly. “Kris!” She turns around, her face giving off relief as she hugs me. “You look snazzy.” I look at her up and down.
She’s wearing brown shorts and a cream top, a nice look that makes her small body look more filled out. “You look stunning as well!” I say, her grinning proudly. “I got this stuff last week, it was on sale and it was SO cute.” I laugh as she talks about the amazing sales and clearance that she got the items on.
Kris was always one for cheap prices and cute clothes, a combination that doesn’t really work in the real world, but somehow, she makes it work.
“Oh my god, I’m so scared to see how crowded it gets today.” I voice my opinions, Kris nodding and speaking up. “I think that it’s not going to be as bad as we think, since only the seniors and juniors used the upper floor…”
But oh boy was she wrong.
When we walked in the school, there were immediately lines forming to get your schedule, and locker as I looked around the crowded room. It made me chuckle slightly as I looked at different people and could tell immediately if they were from Northridge or Durnian.
It was pretty much a simple judgment, most of Northridge had tattoos and piercings and wore black or dark colors, and Durnian had bright colors and clear skin. A small, but noticeable change in diversity.
“Shay!” I hear different people call my name, making me look in different directions. “Hey Susie, hey Mark!” I greet two people that I barely know as they walk by, books in hand as we slowly move up in the long line.
“Shay, how was your summer?” I see Faith walk up to me. “Good…how was yours?”
Why are you asking her?! Don’t encourage conversation between you two!
“Oh you know, the usual. I went to so many parties!” She gives off her sinister, fake laugh and touches my shoulder.
You wanna keep that hand, bitch?
I give a fake smile as Kris comes up behind me. “Hey Faith, look it’s your boyfriend.” Kris points into the crowd, Faith’s long bleached hair following her finger. “Which one?!” She yells, moving away from both of us.
I turn back to Kris and smile at her.“I love you…” we laugh, her hitting my shoulder lightly. “I can already tell that- Hey, watch it!” I yell over my shoulder at someone who ‘bumped’ into me.
“Oh, hey boys look. Sweetheart has an attitude.” I widen my eyes and slowly turn my head, recognizing the British accent I’ve learned to hate.
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Urg. My school starts in a week. :/
