Christian Turners' Upward Fall (BXB)

Fucking Fantastic

Usually when I woke up on a Monday my mood was absolute shit. Surprisingly it wasn't, my rather good mood shocked me enough to laugh at myself as I lay in bed a smile on my face.

I was rather used to feeling shitty especially on the first day of school but despite this usual routine shitty mood I have in the mornings I couldn't help but notice I felt fucking fantastic as I forced myself from my bed. I had never been a morning person so as I glided to the bathroom to take a shower I not so discretely checked myself out in the mirror, I mean why not take advantage of my really fucking weird spurt of confidence I was sporting.

Despite it being a Monday, as well as the first day of senior year I actually found myself almost giddy to go to school. Unlike my usual insecure self today I could look in the mirror and appreciate my looks rather than give myself shit for stupid things that weren't exactly true. My blonde hair-or rather dirty blonde hair- actually fucking behaved as I styled it. My face was also void of any blemishes or pimples. I felt high as fuck, I mean I had never been this confident or pleased with myself before without drugs so I couldn't help but be confused.

I wasted no time in getting dressed and heading to the kitchen to gulp down some yogurt, deciding it was valid enough to be considered a healthy "well-balanced" breakfast. I grabbed my backpack which I could only pray had all the shit it needed to have before rushing out with my alarm blaring from my phone, the exact alarm that was supposed to go off to notify me if I didn't hurry the fuck up I'd be late.

Jerry Cougar, my next door neighbor, was smoking a blunt right in the middle of the hall when I exited my apartment. I shot him a disgusted look before saying "That shit is going to kill you someday".

He let out a hardy laugh before responding with a confident "That's what I'm hoping for".

I didn't even have the time to give a response as I simply rushed past him but not before I heard him mumble a quiet "rude fucking teenagers" when I passed by him. I couldn't keep myself from rolling my eyes at that, Jerry was a cliché guy with really cliché opinions about todays so-called "youth". I'm pretty sure he was in his late 20s or early 30s.

When I got to my parking spot outside my building I halted as my eyes laid upon my car. It looked fucking cold, anyone would agree with me on that. The way the windows were fogged and a light layer of frost decorated the outside I contemplated just going back inside, it was fucking summer but it still got cold at nights resulting in my car being a death trap for hypothermia. My enthusiasm died as I forced myself into my car. I threw my bag onto the passenger seat and blasted hot air, only for it to attack my face and ruffle my styled hair, or dare I say previously styled hair.

I think I said the words bitch and fuck about 20 times on my way to school. Traffic in New York was insufferable and my road rage reached a new peak as a car drove past a stop sign despite it being my turn to go.

By the time I parked in front of my school I was fuming and my "fucking fantastic" mood had dissipated. I was ready to go home already and school had yet to even start.

The second I got out of my car I was faced with the option to head over to my friends car and deal with his insufferable cheerfulness or simply walk to class on my own. Of course I didn't get the option to pick because next thing I know Timothy Cage had his arm draped across my shoulders as he sends me one of his stupid grins.

"You look dapper if I do say so myself" he commented as he started walking forcing me to go along with him.

I met Timothy Cage my first day of sophomore year when I moved here, he was annoying but popular and had a sense of humor I found myself enjoying more often than I wanted to. Along with Timothy I had also met James Foreman who was more the silent and stoic type of guy, though with Timothy and I he was more expressive. The two of them has easily taken the title of "best friend", though I didn't like one of them more than the other I found James a little easier to be with, especially on a bad day.