Not a Monster

Beta Boy

I was currently brushing my teeth and trying to put my pants on at the same time.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to put on skinny jeans and brush your teeth at the same time?

I had woke up late this morning and was now rushing to get ready. I only got out of bed because Jay called my to say he would be here in about 20 minutes.

After he called me I started rushing to get ready. I guess I won't have time for breakfast.

I was glad it didn't take me that long to get ready unlike some girls. I didn't wear makeup and my hair was straight so I just ran my fingers through it.

There's nothing wrong with makeup, it's just such a hassle.

Jay texted me to tell me he was outside and before I went downstairs, I checked my reflection.

My hair looked slightly messy but whatever. I don't have anyone to impress. My skinny jeans were worn and torn slightly and my blue t-shirt probably didn't match my red converse but like I said, I don't have anyone to impress.

"Bye Macon! Bye Monica!"

"Are you going to school?" Macon said popping his head into the room.

I swear he just shows up everywhere.

"Yea, a friend is giving me a ride."

"Okay, have a good day and stay at school for all your classes."

"Sure, sure, later!"

Jay had a nice car. He had taken me home last night, and then I couldn't really admire his car. Now, in the sunlight, I could see it in all it's glory.

He has a beautiful silver convertible with tinted windows.

Sliding into the passenger seat I thrown my bag in the back.

"Good morning sunshine!"

"Shut up Jay."

"Wow you weren't kidding when you said you're not a morning person."

"Just drive."

It took around 10 minutes to get to school. We got there just before the first bell. Jay only had enough time to take me to the office and promised to find me at lunch time.

The receptionist has on bright red lipstick and her hair was in a messy up do.

"May I help you?" she asked in a nasally voice.

Why does she sound like she hates her job? She probably does actually.

"Today's my first day and I need a schedule."

"Why would you transfer here if there's barley three months left in the year?" She asked, clicking her gum.

"Just give me my damn schedule."

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

What is it with people and rolling their eyes at me? I hate mornings enough and I don't need people like her pissing me off.

"What's your name?"

"Sophia Carter Adams."

She looked through a stack of papers in her desk and handed me a packet. "This has your map, locker number and combination, and your classes."

"Cool. Thanks for taking time out of your busy secdule for me." I said back before leaving.

Class had already started and I contemplated ditching but I didn't need my family to hate me more than they already did.