Live, Laugh, Party.

9. Operation: Mike

Heyoo :D I hope you like my book, and please, please, pleasee vote and comment 'cos that motivates me..well sorta :D Anyways today is the last day of 2014!! *SQUEEEELS* and because of that, I wish you guys a happy new year to all of yaa people out there! I had a mega b-day ( 27th Dec)... :P I thought of writing an another book, but I think that I'll do that when I finish this book. I'm soz if I don't update much, but I'll try real hard to make new chapters in 2015!! I always dedicate my chapters to my follwers, but if you want me to dedicate it you, I'll do it! Thx a lot for all the reads PEOPLE! :D luv yaaa my mischievious minions ! :3 _____________________________________

I've woken up in my own bed, thankfully. I remembered James giving me a ride back home, because he didn't drink.

I got up, and then my hangover hit me like nothing else. I had a huge headache, and I felt like I was puking rainbows.

"ughhhh...my gaaawd.....why does it hurt so muuch..." I moaned and complained, as I clutched my head and spun in circles. I needed energy, and I needed it fast because I was going to be late for school. I glanced at my diamond clock, and it said, 8:12 AM.

"SCHOOL! Oh gaaawd, I'm gonna be late!" I shrieked, and automatically looked at my phone with disgust, it was its fault it didn't wake me up. I think. I started to run around my room, getting my bag, ( which I have put in my needed books for my lessons before the party, because I'm such a boss) my purse for lunch, and my make-up kit. I went down to the kitchen to get something for my headache, and went to get a bottle of water. Just in case.

I'm gonna put my make-up on and brush my hair in school, if that's what it takes for me not to be late.

And in no time I was ready. I looked in my bag if I've forgotten anything- purse, (check) books, (check) makeup, (check) hairbrush, (check) bottle of water, (check) and hair clips. (check). I looked at my watch - 8:19.

I grinned and gave myself a high-five. It was my record. In seven minutes I was ready for school. Except... I looked down at my bare feet, and my eyes went upwards towards my pyjamas.

Oh! For the love of sugar cookies! Ugh now I'm really gonna be late!

I stormed upstairs to my bedroom. If my mum and dad were here, (which they're not, because of their work) then they'll have a huge go at me for making such a racket.

Fortunately, they're not here, so I tried to make as much noise as possible, thinking it will calm my nerves down a bit.

My legs carried me to my huge walk-in wardrobe, and I hurriedly picked out a hipster-style dress, strapless, and to go with that, my fave white pumps.

When I've finished, I saw my driver pull up and honk the horn, really loudly. His name was Max, and he was pretty hot. At the age of twenty one, he had two jobs- business and driver. He drove my butt to wherever I wanted, and I was really grateful for that. But he was also very busy so it was important for me to never be late to school. He was very rich, but he didn't show it off much, like other rich butts I knew. We knew each other since preschool, and he was like a brother to me, so maybe that's why he was still my driver.

I sped down the stairs, three stairs at a time, and in no time I found myself pulling the seatbelt.

"Hey Max."

"Hey Jenna, why so red?"

"Didn't hear my alarm this morning, and I didn't have time to brush my teeth, brush my hair, do my make-up, and eat. So I swear if you're gonna say anything rude, I'll make sure I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." I looked at him, daring him to reply.