I woke up to the sound of music playing in my ear. When my senses perked up a bit, I found that the song was "death bed" by Powfu and beabadoobee. That only meant one thing.
Monday
Although it was the last Monday before graduation (on fridayyyyyyy!!!) I still wanted to drop out so I could sleep all day and do NOTHING.
For a second I was contemplating breaking whatever was playing the song, but then I remembered how much I liked it. I only made the song play since it was a MONDAY. Might as well be laying on your death bed, especially if you stayed out too late the night before and had three too many Long Island ice teas.
Don't ask
I slowly got up and out of bed and walked into my bathroom to get ready for the day. I could still hear the music playing in the background, which soon had me shaking my hips and humming along. About a minute later, I felt a presence in the room, I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth and looked up to see my roommate, Kylie.
She mumbled a good morning and I managed to say the same without choking on my toothbrush. Kylie, Kylie Kylie. What a specimen she was. First, let's talk about her long, curly naturally blonde locks of hair. If goldy locks was a real person, living in today's society, Kylie Lundgren would be her. Not to mention her model like figure, her perfect height, perfect features and perfect.....everything! Even when she was hungover after a night of drinking too many mojito's she still looked gorgeous.
Look at me, fangirling over my own roommate.
"Did you hear me?" I hear someone ask.
I turned to face Kylie who was behind me, turning the shower on.
"Wha-?" I start.
"We're you staring at me?" She asks with a smirk.
"Oh shut it! I was just thinking."
"Mhm, about how gorgeous I am." She said with a cocky grin.
"Actually, yes. That's on point." I admit.
Kylie made an "aww you love me" face at me and I just laughed dismissively before washing my mouth out and starting to brush my hair.
"Uhm....aren't you gonna get out?" She asked.
"Sweetheart, you don't have anything I haven't seen before, and second, this is MY bathroom." I shrug.
"Well still....I get uncomfy."
I rolled my eyes and walked into Kylie's bathroom.
Let's see how SHE likes it
I finished brushing my hair and headed back to my room to get changed.
*20 Minutes Later*
After both Kylie and I had gotten ready and finished eating breakfast, we headed towards campus. Our schedule was pretty much the same except for one class, the one class that I needed her emotional support in. English. Not that I don't know how to speak English, I feel like I'm pretty good at it actually.
I just hate going because of-
*RIIIIIIING*
I hear, snapping me out of my thoughts. That was the second period bell.
We're already late
It was an advantage that both Kylie and I didn't have first periods, but you know the privilege has gotten to you when you wake up at 8:20 and you're late to a 9:45 class.
Kylie and I both sprinted towards the door that led to our chemistry teacher's classroom. Luckily l, we got in before the second bell had time to ring. Thank god for that or else Mrs. Gardener would've had the opportunity to come over and prove to us that she REALLY DID have a stick up her ass. Thankfully, we got away with it this time.
The two of us unpacked our utensils and whatever else we needed to get through this PAINFULLY long class.
*TOO Many Minutes Later*
As soon as the bell rang, students were trying to escape the scene. WE were two of the students that were trying to escape the scene.
Kylie and I packed up and headed for our next class; art. Peaceful teacher, peaceful students, peaceful environment. It was all I needed after a class that tested my will to live on a daily basis.
*Lunch*
Kylie and I were sitting at our usual table....in the farthest corner in the cafeteria when the queen of Shiba arrived. By that, I mean our other best friend Layla. Layla Roselli, what could be said about her? Well, she was one of the most popular girls on campus,
(A/N guys I'm still in high school so let's pretend they have a high school dynamic instead of being mature women in college)
she stole the show when it came to looks,
(I stole the show when it came to getting drunk though) she was smart, kind, everything a guy could ever ask for, and so was Kylie. Me....not so much.
"What's up bitches?" She asked in her usual preppy tone.
"Nothin' much bitch. How about you?" I ask, popping a grape into my mouth.
"Well, nothing's up with me, but...." she says, starting to lean closer towards Kylie and I.
Oh here we go
Whenever Layla leaned in close to Kylie and I, that only meant one thing. GOSSIP. If there was ONE flaw that Layla Roselli had, it was being the master of spreading gossip. Don't get me wrong, she was right almost 100% of the time, but playing with other people's words can get you tangled up real bad.
"So, I was in the bathroom, and I saw Emma Ballantyne talking to Ally Taylor. Ally was crying, and I'm talking HYSTERICALLY crying,"
"Uh huh," Kylie and I say in unison.
"And after a while, Ally just said "I'm pregnant"." She finished.
Me and Kylie sat silent for a good minute before sharing a look.
"Ally Taylor?" Kylie asked.
"Yep." Layla responded.
"Alexia Marie Taylor?" She asked again.
"Mhm."
"The DEAN'S daughter?"
"Uh huh."
"Who woulda thought?" Kylie chuckles.
"I'm not surprised." I say with a shrug.
You see, Ally Taylor, being the DEAN'S DAUGHTER, was able to get away with anything, and she actually did. But not this time. *insert maniacal laugh*
I was starting to zone out when I saw him. By him I mean the most OBNOXIOUS, ANNOYING, DISGUSTING, STUPID, and IDIOTIC boys I've ever known in my life. Slater Hjort was his name, a stupid one too.
He was one of the hot-shots on campus. The "cool guy". Everyone thought he was ALLLL THAT, but really, he was just a shallow jackass. He was always picking on me in class for no reason and took every chance he could get to tease me and mess with me. Yeah he was good looking or....whatever, but he was still a total douche bag. But if I could list all the things I'd do to let his lips meet mine, I'd be here all day.
"AMELIA!" I hear.
I jumped in my seat and snapped out of my thoughts. I looked to my side where I saw Kylie looking at me in concern.
"You good?" She asks.
"Y-Yeah. Totally. I'm fine. Why?" I stammer.
"Well we have about two minutes until lunch ends and I wanted to give you a heads up, but since you were fantasizing about lover boy over there I didn't wanna interrupt." She replied with a smirk.
"Oh shut up!" I shout, smacking her arm, only making her and Layla laugh.
"Speak of the devil." I heard Layla mutter.
I felt a poke on my shoulder and I jerked my head around, only to find Mr. "I'm all that" looking down at me with a smirk.
"You coming to class princess?" He asked in his deep voice.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR "PRINCESS"
I didn't get a chance to respond, instead he just kept going, knowing that was the way he would get to me.
"It's just that, you were staring at me for so long I thought you'd forgotten we have class."
I just sat there silently, arms crossed, lips pouted.
"C'mon, I'll walk you." He says with a dash of charm, yanking me up and uncomfortably close to him.
"Don't worry, I'll keep her safe." He said, shooting Layla and Kylie a wink.
"Oh, I'm sure you will." Mia giggles.
HOW CAN YOU TWO JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THIS
I wanted to scream at my two "best friends" but I knew that'd only cause a scene, and the only time I'm willing to do that is when I'm eight shots deep into a wild night.
But there I was, sober, being dragged away, off to class with satan.
I hate my life