As every teenager in this century knows, Monday mornings suck.
But, they especially suck when you have 3 pounds of crackley hairspray in your hair from the previous night.
You see I would've taken a shower right? But when I got home from the competition my step-dad, Greg, brought me out to do a bajillion errands. Yes, a bajillion.
By the time I got home I just fell asleep and now, here i am with 3lbs of hairspray in my hair and the mona lisa of make up painted on my face!
Did I also mention I only have 10 minutes before my bus comes?
I hastily wash off any remaining make up on my irritated skin, and decide to take out my hair, but replace it in a pony-tail. Too late for a shower now anyways.
I choose a simple outfit, a sweat-shirt from American Eagle, black leggings and uggs.(A/N Lol wHite gIRL OK BUT THATS WHAT I WORE TE OTHER DAY ANYWAYS)
I rush down the stairs and greet Greg while grabbing a granola bar from the kitchen.
I dart to the bus stop, but just my luck, the bus is already driving off.
"HEY," I scream at the bus "WAIT,"
But it's already too far.
I mentally scream at myself, how am I going to get to school?
Chloe, maybe Chloe can give me a ride?
I pull out my phone and dial in Chloe's number.
"Hey Mads whatsup," she answered right away.
"Hey! So I kinda sorta missed the bus and I was wondering if you could kinda sorta give me a ride?"
"Yeah sure ofcourse, on my way right now. But turns out my cousin transferred to our school so he has to come with us, he's so annoying your going to hate him."
I laugh to myself, how bad can a guy really be?
"Okay it's fine, see you soon!" and with that I hang up.
As I wait for Chloe, I pull out my phone and go on Instagram.
Everyone's posting photos from the weekend party at the famous "Josh Hyland's" house.
I scan them for my friends, I would've went but I had nationals..
Nationals, oh crap, I forgot I need to do the next thing on my moms list.
As I'm exiting Instagram I see a new face in alot of these weekend photos.
Weird. Maybe he's new?
My thoughts are interrupted as Chloe pulls up with a boy in the back seat, looking fairly pissed off, but theres also another girl in the front seat, Brooke?
"Hey Chlo, Hey Brooke," I smile.
Brooke's probably just as late as I am.
I awkwardly hop into the back seat next to this new boy, who I am presuming is Chloe's cousin. But he also looks alot like that new boy on Instagram.
"Hey" he says, "I'm Dalton, who are you?"
"Uh, hi, I'm Maddie." I stammer unsurely.
"Oh cool your that girl from Dance Moms right? Not that I watch it just my sister did and sometime I thought those fights were cool so I did too," he said clumsily.
"Uhm yeah I am,"
"Cool, you're hot,"
I cringe. This new boy just expects it to he his game I'm sure. Flirt with any girl he wants, because after all the most popular boy in our school, Josh, has taken him in, so I'm sure that "Dalton's" popularity will be high.
I mean he's not an ugly boy, brown hair , green eyes, tanned skin. Actually he was kinda perfect.
Maddie, what the hell? I think to my self.
"Yeah and I'm also not in your league," I spit back, which is partially true, I'm not in his league but I'm not above it.
"Fiesty, I like it," he responds back.
I roll my eyes, oh and to make the day better we also arrived at school.
"Whatever," I growl as I stumble from the car.
Today. Is. Gonna. Suck.
As I walk away from the car and towards hell.. I mean school, this Dalton kid keeps his persistency and follows behind me.
"I remember you from somewhere.." Dalton says with a laugh.
What? What is he talking about.
"What are you talking about?"
"From my dreams," he says, emphasis on the "dreams".
I roll my eyes again. That was corny.
"Haha very funny, but I gotta go so bye," I say noting my sarcasm.
"See you around Mads," He winks.
Why did he just call me Mads?
I curse this boy in my head, why did he have to be so cute but a total creep?
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