From Bad to Worse

Meet me. Tori boring Harrison.

Here I sit.

It was the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday. I was bored. I had nothing to do at all. And it was freakin Saturday!

I sat up on my bed, reaching for my phone, I unlocked it and already knew that there were no new notifications.

Not a single text message or Facebook notification. Not even from my best friend, Ariana.

Since I was so bored I decided it was time to get up and look presentable for the day. I walked over to my closet trying to piece together an outfit. After an hour of digging I finally decided on jeans and a simple t shirt. Plain. That's all I was.

Standing at a whole five foot five inches my jeans were slighly baggy. Hmm attractive. Except for not at all. My light brown hair was a mess. It literally looked like a rat was making a new home on top of my head. I walked to my bathroom across the room to try and rip a brush through the catastrophic mess.

Finding myself more than frustrated I decided to throw it up in a messy bun. Not like anyone cared anyways. My hair needed a serious make over. It was ordinary. Too ordinary. Light brown and covering half my back, I wanted to chop it off and make it bright red!

My parents would shit if I did that though.

Oops. I cussed. My parents would probably shit again if they heard half the things I thought come out of my mouth. I didn't care though. Well actually... I did. I had to.

I was a straight A with the occasional B type of girl. I ran track and I was on the school board as "committee advisor". Which pretty much meant I ran and organized all the school functions. Prom. Homecoming. Fundraisers. I had to over see it all. And I honestly didn't give two fucks about any of it. But my parents did. My friends did. And I was just too... shy? To let my real light out.

Almost as bad as Justin Bieber not admitting to being gay... I was a closet bad ass..

Yep. That's what I would call it.

For now I had to uphold to a good girl stardard. But once my senior year was over with, it was time for college. And I was going to let loose! I really wanted to go to the University of Arizona. And I would. I knew with my gpa and grades that any school would take me. I only wanted to go because I heard it was the biggest party school in the nation.

After high school was over I was going to live life. I didn't want to be responsible anymore. I wanted to get drunk and dance my ass off. Not literally though... I found my ass to be quite.. adequate. I was athletic but I had curves in all the right places. The only thing I would change about my body? My damn freckles. God did I hate them.

Suddenly my phone bleeped signaling a text message. I jumped a little and moved over to my bed. Flopping down I grabbed my phone and read the message.

Ariana: Hey. Lets go grab something to eat. I'm starved!

I quickly typed in a response.
Okay. But you're driving. Pick me up in 10.

I hit send and that's when I heard the car horn.

Beeeeeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeep.

Well... that ten minutes flew by quickly, I thought to myself sarcasticly.

I grabbed a pair of sneakers, threw them on and trudged down the stairs. Before opening the front door I reached for my Aero sweater. Ariana gave it to me as a gift last year. I hated it. It was pink and girly. I hated pink and girly. But that's what people expected of me. What I really wanted was a nice black leather jacket. The ones that fit snug with the zippers and shit. Yeah. That was so me.

I ran out the door and into Ari's car before the cold could really hit me. It was late December. The snow hadnt fallen yet but it probably wouldn't considering we lived in Southern California. It just got super cold.

"Hey lovely!" Ariana exclaimed.

"Hey" I said back. Slightly annoyed that she was always so chipper.

"Where would you like to eat?"

"Anywhere." I said blatantly

Ariana drove us a few blocks into downtown to a small cafe. It was called... well I don't fucking know. Something fancy. She always had a taste for expensive shit. We sat in the back corner. The cafe was small and cozy. It was like an upscale starbucks. I'm sure some cliche white girl walked In on a daily basis and said, "oh my god, this place...I can't even!"

Ugh. We ordered drinks and some pastry things. I didn't really pay much attention. Not like I was hungry anyways.

"Hey Tor. See that guy over there?"

I looked up from my phone at Ariana who was pointing out of one of the long windows. I saw a tall guy with boyish looking black hair leaning against the building across the street. He had a cigarette in his mouth and one leg up on the building. He stood there, just looking up the street like he was waiting for someone.

"Yeah. That's Andrew Flemming." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"He looks like trouble." She said flatly

"That's because he is trouble. He used to go to South Hill too ya know?" (This is the school we attend)

"Really? Why doesn't he anymore?" She asked.

"He dropped out our Junior year. I've heard rumors that he's into drugs and fighting. I even heard he was apart of a gang." I stated.

I secretly wished I was apart of some bad ass gang. Not one that hurt or killed people. Just a bad ass group that I could break the law with! Just as I was day dreaming... the oh so very atttactive eyes of Andrew Flemming flickered across my face. He didn't look long but he definitely caught me staring. I looked away hoping Ari didn't notice. She was already forgetting about our pointless conversation and currently updating Facebook. I snuck a glance back across the street. Andrew was getting into a black car. Some girl was in the drivers seat. She was cold. I could tell. Cold as in... heartless. She had jet black hair. Dark eyes. And she was wearing a black leather jacket. Lucky bitch. I thought to myself. She never looked away from the front of the car. She just sat there until Andrew climbed in.

Before he got all the way into the car on the passenger side, he glanced over his shoulder catching my gaze. I was stuck. I was glued to his dark eyes. The brown in them making my stomach churn. His stare was intense. It was heavy. And then... he winked. He winked! That bastard. He was probably so smug thinking I was gawking at him. Well news flash! I wasn't! Yes I was. I was jealous.

Wtf.

He got all the way in and the girl took off at full speed down the road.

I secretly hoped I would see him again.

I wanted to see him again.

I needed to. I wanted to be the girl in the leather jacket with the bad ass black car.

But no. I was Tori Harrison. And I was boring...