Great. I hate my life. So, today, I woke up with a banging headache, my hair won't go right and I have no time to do my makeup... Wow, this is gonna be a great day. No time for a proper breakfast either, which is a shame because Mum made French toast and I love French toast. Oh well, apple again. I grabbed my apple - yay a red one! - and headed out for the bus. I put my earphones in, blasting All Time Low.
Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane, oh God I'm sick of sleeping alone... I sung along in my head.
Oh great, I have to have a whole bus ride the idiot neighbours I have to deal with. I really hate living near them. Maybe I should get Mum and Dad to agree to move. But how? How about 'Australian weather is too hot' or 'I heard London is a lovely place'. I really want to move to London. See Big Ben, go on the London Eye. Yeah, that'd be cool. The novelty would probably wear off though.
I was so consumed by my thoughts that I didn't even notice Luke and Calum walking towards me and calling me stupid names. I couldn't even hear them anyway, Bad Enough For You was playing through the small speakers in my ears. I might not have noticed them at all had it not been for Calum pushing Luke into me. Ugh, immature boys.
The bus came and I sat by myself. Again. I would love to say that I'm one of those people who doesn't care about being alone but I just act like that; I really do care and I can't bear having no one to talk to.
I saw something fly past my head in my peripheral vision. At first I thought it was just my imagination, until another one flew past. Then I felt a small pellet-type thing hit the back of my neck. My hand flew up to feel the point where I had been 'shot'. I brought my hand back around and saw a tiny spit ball. I grimaced as I felt saliva dampening my finger. I dropped the chewed up piece of paper and turned in my seat to find who spat it at me. There, at the back of the bus, sat a smirking Luke Hemmings. Calum was beside him but he was chatting up some girl. I guessed the third musketeer was ill, or just couldn't be bothered coming to school today.
I made eye contact with Luke. Big mistake. He glared at me as though he could see through me and, although I was almost at the front of the bus and he was at the back, I felt as though he might hit me... Oh well, we're at school now. I can try and avoid him all day. He's not in any of my classes today anyway.
I walked to my locker and put the books I didn't need in it. I saw Julia coming towards me and I smiled at her. She didn't smile back. I started to worry. She was my only friend, she couldn't start hating me! My life would be over!
"Haylee, was Michael on the bus?" Julia asked as soon as she was next to me.
What? Not even a hello? Oh well.
"Umm... No, I don't think so, why?"
She let out a sigh if relief and said, "thank goodness! Roumers are going around that he has a bet with the others that he could do you by next month."
My jaw dropped. I stared at her for a minute, not quite sure of what to say. Was it true? Is that why Luke was looking at me like that? Would I let Michael 'do' me? Hell no! Haylee, why are you even thinking about that?! High school is hell on earth...
