Sugar and Spice / l.h ✔️

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~Maeve's POV~

The next day, I forced myself to slip out of bed at the crack of dawn and went into my bathroom so I could take a shower before getting ready for school. I'd lived here my whole life, but I never failed to still get nervous every year on the first day of school.

After I showered, now feeling all clean and refreshed, I walked back into my bedroom so I could do my makeup. My bedroom had nice dark wood floors and a square shaped fuzzy white rug in the middle of the room, somewhat under my bed. The platform bed frame I had was white and had a tufted headboard with champagne pink colored sheets, which was my favorite color. My blankets were white and so were my pillows, though I had one fuzzy champagne pink pillow and a fuzzy matching throw blanket over the end of my bed. The little bench at the foot of my bed was white and fuzzy, like my rug.

I only had one bedside table that was made of reflective glass, which had a cute lamp with a round lampshade over the bulb. It was cute and chic. My dresser was across the room from my bed, with a simple little gold tray that I used to hold all of my perfumes and a glass jewelry box with gold detailing on it.

Then I had my vanity table to the left of my bed, close to the window, and a small champagne pink stool that I used when doing my makeup. My bathroom was directly to the right of my bed, so it was rather close by if I needed to get up to pee in the middle of the night or early in the morning, which I now needed to do the latter every day.

The first thing I decided to do was my makeup, as I did every day, so I sat at my vanity and began to get ready. I wasn't very good at doing eye-shadow and the like, so I usually didn't do eye makeup aside from mascara and a pair of false lashes, though occasionally I'd do a winged liner if I felt like taking a little extra time for it. Nude lipgloss was my go to for my lips, so I decided to do that again. I was one for routine and it drove me a little insane if I didn't follow it when doing my makeup. I rarely would try new things on myself with makeup because I liked it as I did it now.

Besides, I didn't think that I really needed to do a lot of makeup on myself to feel good about myself, which was another reason I never did eyeshadow—one being it took too long and I didn't know how and the other reason being that I felt I didn't need to. I knew I was pretty.

My face was angular with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones, a straight nose above my full lips and nicely arched ash brown colored brows. I had long blonde hair down to my waist and light green eyes, both of these being two of my favorite things about myself, particularly my eyes. Even without makeup and despite being on the heavier side, I still thought that I was pretty and I liked the way I looked.

When I finished doing my makeup and then got dressed in some undergarments, I headed into my closet and pulled down the outfit I'd picked out before bed last night that I knew I wanted to wear today. I pulled on a cropped black top with a v-shaped neckline and a cute floral pattern on it before slipping on a pair of denim blue shorts with a black belt and my black converse on my feet. Lastly, I swiped on some deodorant and spritzed a little perfume on myself before I grabbed my backpack and left my room with my car keys in hand.

As I walked down the hall, my brother's bedroom door open and he came stalking out, looking tired. Jase, whose full name was actually Jason, glared at me when his eyes landed on me. "Why didn't you wait for me yesterday? I had to fucking walk home because of you." He grunted, following after me as I walked down the stairs. I hummed. "Oh, did you? Maybe you shouldn't go telling your douchebag friend about how he broke my heart if you wanted a ride home that bad." I responded casually, trying to leave him behind in the house as I went outside, but he just followed me. I didn't really want to drive him to school anymore. If he wanted to get places, he should get a job and then save up for a car, like I had done.

However, I knew I would get in trouble with our parents if I didn't drive him, even though he was the older one of us two. So I let him get in my car with me, and I drove us both to school.

And when we got there, he just got out, completely ignoring me as he left.

**

"Have you heard?" Priscilla came running up to me before first period, looking all giddy to tell me something. Confused, I slowly shook my head. "Heard what?" I asked, intrigued to know what had her so excited like this.

She stepped closer, like she was about to tell me something important. "Apparently, there's a new guy at school. I mean, I haven't seen him, but Kendall told me that he's super hot." She giggled, grey eyes showing her clear interest in the topic. Having a new student in our school was pretty uncommon, just because we lived in a rather small town, and new people didn't move here very often. In fact, the last time we'd had a new person move here was when I was in the eighth grade, and I was now a senior in high school. So it was pretty rare that new people moved here.

"Really?" I asked, suddenly a little bit intrigued. She nodded her head and giggled, her teeth sparkly white. "Mhm." She nodded excitedly. "There were a bunch of girls fawning over him already. It seems like he's probably pretty handsome." She said, giving me a hinting nudge in the side. I knew what that meant immediately and rolled my eyes, giving her a playful shove back. "How nice for him." I responded a little dryly. She thought maybe I'd try to get with him if he was handsome, but that wasn't for me. I only dated guys if I liked their personality, nothing else. He could be the hottest man on this planet but if he wasn't a good person, I didn't want it.

Priscilla pouted. "You're so boring." She whined, slinging an arm around my shoulder. I smiled a little and shook my head, knowing she was only teasing me. "Sure am." I said simply, shrugging my shoulders.

A lot of people called me a prude now that Nicolai had told everyone in our grade why he broke up with me, which used to upset me but I didn't care now. I'd had a while to get over it. There were far worse things in life than being called a prude by people who only thought they knew me. Sure, I was friends with a lot of people, but many of them didn't know me like Priscilla or Desirae knew me because those two were my best friends. They knew me better than anyone.

My words made her smile a little bit and she hugged me. "I've got to get to first period soon, so I should get going, but if Nic is in any of your classes then please kick him in the balls for me." She practically pleaded, making me laugh. She pretty much hated his guts now and was always by my side.

"I think I'll probably just ignore him." I smiled, pulling away from her. She pouted, feigning disappointment, or at least I think she was only feigning her disappointment. It was hard to really say. "Too bad." She sighed deeply.

She began to head down the hall in the opposite direction of my first period classroom, which meant her class was probably on the complete other end of the school. The bell rang a moment after she left, so I began to head to my first period as well, trying to convince myself to enjoy the day ahead.