Locker 147

Chapter One:

Rocky POV-

I turned over to my left and looked at my alarm clock. "Fuck," I mumbled, getting up and pulling my white Marilyn Monroe t-shirt over my shirtless body. I shook Ryland and told him to get up. I grabbed my black and white converse from under my bed, and slipped them on. As Ryland slowly got up, I walked to the door, "I'm leaving in 20 minutes weither you're ready or not," and walked out of my bedroom, closing it behind me.

I walked downstairs and saw Mom cleaning the table off. "Where's breakfast?," I asked, looking at the table top. She laughed, "It's all gone! You & Ryland didn't wake up early enough." I sighed, "Okay, I guess we'll pick something up. Where is everybody else?" She looked up the stairs, "Rydel is getting ready, & Riker and Ross already went to school." I nodded, "Alright. Do you want me to take Delly, too?" She shook her head, "No, Ell is coming to pick her up." I looked down at my phone, "Okay." Ryland stumbled down the stairs, still half asleep. I laughed, "Ry, watch out for that last-," "FUCK," he screamed, tumbling down to the floor. "Step," I said, laughing. He stood back up, "Damn step." Mom looked at him, "Hey, sir! Watch your language." He nodded, "Sorry, Mom." She rolled her eyes, and walked into the laundry room. I grabbed my bookbag, "Alright, bye Mom. Love you." She walked back into the kitchen, "Love you, too! Be safe... keep an eye on your brother." I laughed and opened the living room door, and walked outside to my car.

"I don't understand why I can't drive," Ryland said, sitting in the passanger's seat, folding his arms across his chest. I rolled my eyes, "Do you have your own car?" He shook his head. I nodded, "Well, once you get your own car, you can drive it. But until then, you're not allowed to drive my car. The only person that's allowed to do that is me, Dad, and Mom." He looked out the window, and mumbled, "And Alexa." I looked at him, then back on the road, "That isn't even true. I let her drive once. Okay? Once. Uno." He laughed, "Still! It's the same thing." I rolled my eyes and chuckled, "Whatever." We pulled into the school parking lot, and got out of the car, "Alright, bro. I'll see you at lunch." We did our handshake thing and walked to our lockers.

I walked down the black and gold painted hallway and searched for my locker. I finally found it, and tried to unlock it. It didn't work. "Damn," I cursed, trying again. I sighed when it didn't work for the third time. I heard a giggle from behind me. I turned around. A short, brunettte girl with dimples and a killer smile was standing behind me. I raised an eyebrow, "May I help you?" She nodded, "Well, actually.. you can." I nodded, "How might that be?" She pointed at my locker, "Well you could move away from my locker for starters." I turned and looked at the locker.. number 147. I laughed, "Well, I would.. but this is my locker, babe. It's been my locker for 3 years now." She smiled, "Of course it is.. Could I maybe, have a look at your locker?" I nodded, "Be my guest. You're not gonna get in." She rolled her eyes and began entering a code, "Of course not." I laughed, "See. It didn't work." She smiled, "Let me just type this last number in, and we'll see." She added a number, and the lock came off. I stood there, amazed, "Oh.. my... God." She smiled, "So, you'll be moving away, now?" I looked inside the piece of metal. Okay, that's not my stuff. "What the fuck happened to my locker?," I asked, looking at the locker. Pink pencils, zebra striped calenders, everything! She looked at me, and began switching her books out, "Oh, I'm a new student. They said you wouldn't mind switching." She slammed the locker shut, "Have a good day, 'babe'," she said, clearly mocking me. Damn...

(A/N: Hey!(: Okay, so new story! Yay! I hope you like it so far!! -L)