He Stole my Glasses

Chapter 2

Waking up to my extremely loud alarm clock I sat up automatically looking into my mirror which was directly in front of my bed. My hair is so messy I need to get it done immediately I thought. Shrugging it off I got up,walking into the bathroom to do my daily morning routine which consist of:

1. Take a shower and wash my hair in the process

2. Brush my teeth

3. Dry my hair

4. Style it

5. Apply light makeup ( usually eyeliner and mascara

5. Lotion up, deodorant, and finally getting dressed

After doin my hair in light curls and applying light makeup I decide to put on my true religions, black tank top with a necklace and black toms. After evaluating my self, Completely satisfied I go to my dresser to look for my glasses. I looked around my whole room and I still haven't found them yet. Memories of last night flooded through my head. Was that my glasses in his hand? A horn honked outside my window disrupting me from my thoughts. My best friend Tashia was outside waiting for me to take us to hell a.k.a school.

I grab my book bag quickly not wanting to be late. As always Tashia looks stunning with her red hair stopping at her shoulders with looses curls and her blemish free tanned skin. She had on a blue crop top that hung over her shoulder with leggings and her Black combat boots. She looks at me in shock. "I've never seen you without your glasses before you look .... absolutely beautiful" she says. " Thanks but I kind of had a difficulty finding my glasses this morning so I can barely see anything" i reply bluntly with no emotion. Shrugging it off, She start the car and we pull out the driveway.

( skips car ride)

We finally pull up to the school. As we get out the car I realize everybody is staring at me in Awe which is actually weird because I'm not really popular to be honest so no one really pays me any attention. Anyway, back to reality I was squinting my eyes so that I could find him. Finally spotting him, he was staring right back at me. I automatically get irritated by him. Marching my way up to him " give my my stuff you DOUCHE." He grabs his chest to playfully look shocked like he doesn't know whats I'm talking about and replies " Are you accusing me of something" with an annoyingly sexy smirk right after it. " Did you just say I was sexy" he says. I feel my cheeks warm up embarrassed that I just said that out loud. Turning around in embarrassment I squint to try and find Tashia. I decided to postpone this discussion for another time.Once i found her, without another word.

This boy is going to be the death of me.

Extremely short I know i was rushing cause i wanted to post something