I roll over, groaning, I feel another person next to me.
Carly. I sigh, blinking a few times in attempt to clear my vision.
I glance up at some light, seeing Titanic play again.
I sigh and glance at the alarm clock 3am. No wonder it's still dark out. I slowly stand up, in attempt to not wake Carly up.
Although the girl can sleep through a tornado. (My brothers literally fell asleep in a tornado💀😂).
I unplugged my phone, checking my messages.
P- Hey, what's up?
P- you good? Haven't heard from you
P- we should film a tiktok
P- millie, are you ok?
P- Millie?
P- are you ignoring me?:/
P- please answer.
P- did I do something wrong?
I sigh, reading over the text messages.
M- don't worry it's good.
I jump on the bed, shaking Carly. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
She groaned and rolled over. "What?" She grumbled. I grinned.
"Time for school?" She sits up.
"And that's a good thing?" She asks, looking at me as if I had lost my mind. I shrug, I just wanted to see Payton.
I open the curtains, Carly winces. "Up, up, up."
••••••
I walk into the high school, I look around, seeing Carly had run off to the bathroom. I bump into something hard.
I open my eyes, seeing a shoulder. I look to the owner of this shoulder and see a boy— not a boy I know.
"May I help you?" He raises his eyebrow and I glare.
"Excuse me." I say, sarcastically. The boy rolls his eyes, walking away. Carly rubs back to me, she bites her lip.
"He's new. He's a total douche— his name is Bryce. Bryce Hall." I nod as she filled me in about this "Bryce."
I could tell he's a trouble maker.
