Changing Rythnms

Chapter 2

VROOM. VROOM. VROOM.

I slowly opened my eyes, looking around in a daze. The loud sound of a car engine revving over and over again rang through my room. I sat up straighter. Whoever was trying to start their broken car on a school morning should know that there are still people trying to catch some valuable sleep. 

The sound stopped, and for a moment, I could hear distant laughter. Then the noise started back up again.

VROOM. VROOM.

I reached for my glasses and kicked my sheets off. The last thing I wanted was to be woken up on my first day of school before my alarm even went off.  I walked over to my window and yanked it open. 

"That's not how you do it you fucking idiot," I heard a male voice loudly laugh. 

Down in my neighbor's drive way were two shirtless guys: one in a grey convertible revving the engine while the other dirty blonde haired one stood laughing. And then I recognized the guy in the convertible as Mason.

"Bro careful there, you'll wake your neighbors," the blonde haired guy laughed again. 

Mason grinned keeping his hand twisting the keys and revving the engine, his muscular figure flexing with every twist of the keys. I caught myself, my face tinging red. What the heck was I doing looking at shirtless guys? I closed my window in slight frustration and walked over to my bathroom. My finger found the light switch illuminating my reflection in mirror.  My eye bags were visible, and my two dutch braids had come undone leaving my hair a messy frizz. I decided it wouldn't hurt to start getting ready now.

I took a quick shower and put on my glasses as I searched for an outfit. My wardrobe was mostly a mix of clothes too big for my small frame. Part of this was because I never really went shopping for nicer clothes due to my busy schedule. That, and I also didn't care about wearing trendy and fashionable clothes.

 I settled on my over sized dark blue jacket and black leggings, tackling my hair and face before heading downstairs to where my dad already had pancakes and bacon laid out across the dining table.

"Hey there, Chuu," he greeted wiping the counters. Chuu was the nickname my dad had for me. Apparently, during the period he lived in Korea, he had heard the name and took a liking to it. When I was born, that was actually what he wanted to name me. Not that mom let that happen.

"Hey," I set my bag down on the counter. "Where's mom?"

"She had errands to run at the boutique." Dad replied taking a seat. That's right, my mom was setting up her new flower boutique in town. My mom had always had this infinite love for flowers, and this boutique couldn't have been less of a dream for her.

"Oh." I poked at my bacon with my fork then paused. "Wait, who's driving me to school?"

"John's son offered to take you, I forgot his name though..." Dad scratched his head trying to remember.

"John who?" 

"John Bales, the neighbor. His son said he could give you a ride since Mom took the car."

I felt sick. The guy I met yesterday, at the get together, was the neighbor's son. 

"Dad, I could have just taken the bus," I groaned.

"What?" he asked puzzled, his mouth full of pancake.

" I could have woken up earlier and taken the bus instead," I repeated. 

"Why? He seemed pretty okay with taking you. He even said he was gonna 'fix up the convertible for you.'" Dad put on his glasses. "Now is that some teenage terminology or ..."