August was awoken by the annoying beeping of an alarm clock sitting on his bedside table. He groaned and kicked about for a moment before stilling. The beeping never creased .
Oh come the fuck on.
Still disoriented, Augusts hand stretched outwards towards the source of the noise before patting around the table for a few seconds before slightly making contact with the alarm clock. When he felt it he raised his arm up higher than before and not a second later slammed it downwards, finally accomplishing his objective to shutting the noise up.
Finally. Now, sleepy time.
He rolled back over facing the wall, pulling the sheets up higher on his shoulders, muttering gibberish while drifting off. Not even a minute later did his door burst open causing his to have a fright, concluding in his falling face first onto the floor from his warm bed.
"Dude! Wake the fuck upo, we're gonna be late bro!" A voice came from the doorway in an overexcited manner.
"What the fuck man? I was trying to skip out on school. Why are you in my room anyway?" August yawned, lifting his head while popping his back and stared at his best friend he's known since childhood. Brock simply laughed at him while strolling over with a grin, crouching down beside August, his elbows leaning on his thighs with his hand dangling between his legs.
"Because you left your front door open dude! Do you know how dangerous that is?!" Brock spoke, exasperated. "Anyway! Aren't you gonna go to soccer practise? I heard Beka will be watching from the stands~" Brock teased but simply got an annoyed and bored look from August and he stood up, cracking his knuckles and yawning once again.
"Whatever man. I don't even like Rebeka that way, she's a waking STD. And besides, I'm into Josh now" August declared, ruffling his shaggy dirty blond locks before stumbling over towards his wardrobe.
"Wait, really dude?! But isn't Josh fucking Amy? Is he even into dick?" Brock questioned, following August into his walk in wardrobe and helped picking out his soccer uniform.
August chuckled, shaking his head with a devious smirk.
"Trust me Brock, if I want Josh, I'll get Josh. End of story. Anyway we gotta head out, Let's go before we become even more late than we already are."
Brock simply nodded his agreement and followed August out of the house after he was dressed and they had both grabbed the bags, getting into the navi blue BMW and heading off to school.
'God I hate fucking school' August thought mindlessly.
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