My spirit awakened when I hear my mom's frustating loud voice—makes me unbelievably upset. I growl and cover my ears with my soft white detailed pillow and snuggled over my sheets. I'm still sleepy mom.

"Wake up its almost 7 o'clock" My mom shrieks

Taking away my pillow, I force my eyes to open with a crinkle on my face. My vision is blurry so I tried to blink fifth times before it becomes clear. I saw my mom's tan freckled face frowns in front of me so I swing my legs off my bed while she walks toward the door.

"Hurry up! We'll leave in 10 minutes" she angrily says before she slammed the door.

I took the towel sluggishly and tip-toe toward the bathroom. I untie my hair and let it flip down over my shoulders while turning on the shower—I let the water runs down my body. I slightly shiver of the cold sensation from the water so I quickly turn the heater on because I really can't endure the cold.

I studied my face in front of the mirror with my towel wrap tightly around my body. My eyebags were visible and my fair skin is dripping wet so I pat myself gently to dry. I hurriedly take my clothes from the closet and quickly put them on—wearing a light colored denim jeans and baggy white shirt with a little bunny art in front of it. I quickly put my shoes on and run downstairs without even fixing my hair.

"Eat your breakfast first" Mom says while fixing her beige tote bag.

I grab the cereal box and pour some into the bowl and get my fresh milk from the fridge— pouring into the glass and drink it quickly until the glass is empty. I chew two scoops of cereals then I get my backpack and slung over one shoulder.

"Come on" my mom says as I hurriedly get my phone and rush toward the car.

I don't have my own car so I need to be early because mom will send me off to school. My  mom Loren; works as a nurse. She said she likes her job even though she's tired returning home late. My school is not that far away from home and I can finally see our school from a few distance.

"Bye mom" I kiss her cheeks and rushly hops out from the car and timidly walks toward the hallway.

"What did you do last night?" I tilt my head as I see my bestfriend Zia getting her books from her locker. I also took mine and we walk toward our class.

I shrug "I watched The Maze Runner". I really love movies that is full of adventures and thrills. I don't know it's just full of excitement that makes it interesting to watch.

"I knew it" she fix her curls merrily. Anyway, Zia is snappy and confidently beautiful. She has a good taste in fashion. I on the other hand, is stupid and has social anxiety. I can't bear to stand up in front of the crowd oneself. It's terrifying.

We pull the chair and take a seat as Mr. Dickinson enters the classroom.

"How is everybody?" he speaks and everybody answered except me. I'm bored as usual especially in his class. I got no interest especially in Math— its just create a great cause of headache or even more than just that. Sucks.

I stare out from the window with my palms on my cheeks until the class ended.

Zia and I, sit in the cafeteria with a handful snacks. I bought orange, orange juice, and two peanut butter sandwiches.

Zia take a bite with her sandwich "Oh my god!" she squels while she narrow her eyes behind me.

"What?"

I squint from behind—it's the popular boys in school. They're irreverent jackass.

In fact, they are all good looking. A three group of friends who never fail girls to drool over them. Except me. I don't even know their names either. I'd rather sit on the couch—watching teen wolf than wasting my time with these delinquent guys.

"I wish I'll be with him someday" Zia murmurs.

"I think you forgot the Art class? I raise my eyebrow.

" Oh yup!" She finally narrow my eyes over me.

"Well, how can you remember by staring those guys without even blinking" I laugh.

"Shut up!" She hissed.

"Finish your food quickly" I chuckle while taking a last bite of sandwich.

We rush toward the room and thank god, the professor's not yet here. I place my elbow on the desk and decided to take a nap. I'm sleepy. I really need to stop watching movies on Sundays.

===

I take my book from the locker and jolted when someone poke my back. I instantly look back— seeing a guy wearing his grey shirt and black loose pants. His eyes were dark. He stood in front of me and I gape in his attractive appearance. I can't believe I'm standing in front of this gorgeous guy.

He cleared his throat and I quickly look away.

"Hey" a smile tugged on his lips and I feel like I'm melting. Oh my God.

"Hey"

"U-hm can you take this for a while?" He ask hesitantly while scratching the back of his neck while extending his right hand with a key.

I frown "Why?"

"Uhm I'll play football in P. E. class and if I put it in my pocket, I think I'll lose it" He pouted. He's adorable.

"Why me?" I pointed myself. "Don't you have any friends?" I asked curiously.

"They also play"

"I don't know if I can take that" I glance at the hallway and there's only few students there. What if my class already started. Oh crap. Zia said she'd go to the bathroom but she haven't came back yet.

"Why?" he ask curiously

"I think I will lose it" I don't want to be blamed. I really hate the feeling to be blamed. So maybe I'll just refuse. This won't makes me look bad at all right?

"Just put it in your bag please" he beg while blinking his eyes. Oh god this man. Why is he like that?

"O-okay fine" I said while glancing at the hallway—fidgeting if class has already started. I quickly grab his key and put it in my bag.

"I have to go" I walk past him as I could hear him said thanks in regard. I haven't ask his name. I forgot and I'm in a hurry.

"Why did you ditch me?" I hiss to Zia. I'm glad class haven't started yet.

"I've been looking for you" Zia frowns

"It's—just something happened" She gave me a glare like oh hey say it what happened in detail.

===

"What!? " Zia blurted. I told her what happened earlier.

"Why did he do that?"

"I don't know" I shrug.

"Its you"

I jolted and tilt my head, showing the guy who approached me earlier suddenly appeared.The popular boys in school. He's one of the boys. I didn't even notice.

"Yes?"

"You have my key right?" He pointed me.

I nod nervously while reaching my bag while Zia blush like a tomato.

"You stole my key right?" He suddenly mutters which draw the attention to everyone.

I frown "What?"

"You stole my car key!" He pointed me furiously while the other two boys beside him gaze at me in horror.

I giggle "What are you talking about?" I pause "You handed me the key because you're going to play football" I frown

"Don't lie to me!" he hollered which widens my eyes.

My knees goes weak and nervous at the same time. What is he saying? He gave me his keys recently and blaming me in front of everybody for stealing his own key? What's his problem?

"But you said I'll keep it for a while! I'm not stealing your damn key! " I shouted.

He search his pocket—revealing a cigarette in his hand and lit with his lighter. He suck a smoke into his mouth and unhesitantly blow out into my face. I was absolutely stunned while shutting my eyes in disgust. What the hell? His stupid friends laugh at me and my tears are starting to fall.

"Where is it?" He starts to search my bag and Zia slap him. I can't really think clearly right now. I'm so embarrassed.I feel so betrayed for no reason.

"What's going on here?" Mr. Hobs; our principal enters the cafeteria and the crowd begun to quiet down.

"She stole my car key—sir" He pointed me.

"You two come to my office! Now!" the principal pointed us and walks quickly. I glare at him before I followed.

"What's your name?" Mr. Hobs asked while I take a seat in his office.

"Riley Thompson" I said while looking on the floor—clacking my foot nervously.

"And you?" he points to the guy with his ballpen who sat beside me.

"Malcolm Fox"

So he's a fox literally! What a jerk! If I knew his intention, I wouldn't even agreed to keep his key.

"So why did you stole it?" Mr. Hobs asked me.

"I didn't do that Mr. Hobs" I answered still looking at my feet.

"Oh please we can't get through this"

"But I didn't stole anything!" I hollered.

I clear my throat "I didn't stole his key Mr. Hobs"

Malcolm smirked. I saw it in my peripheral vision. Shit! So he planned this to trap me?

"I need to talk to your parents"

"No!" We said in unison, as we look into each other but we instantly look away.

"Okay, so clean the bathroom" Mr. Hobs pointed me. I sigh in frustration. I'm about to cry. Why is this happening? I didn't do anything.

"Everything is planned" Malcolm says in serious tone.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Hobs frowns.

"She didn't stole anything—I let her keep it and make her embarrassed with my friends" he stated.

"Clean the bathroom now! Both of you! Leave my office! You're wasting my time!" Mr. Hobs said furiously while piling his papers.

"Why did you do that?" we walk toward the bathroom while he's texting on his phone.

He shrug "Just thank me you'll not clean the bathroom alone" he said nonchalantly.

"I should not clean something I haven't done wrong! "I will kill you! " I said furiously.

He chuckle which made me even more furious.

"What?! I will be killed by your look dork"

Dork?

He smirk as he hit my chest "What was that?! Are you crazy?!" I groan in pain and he laugh hard.

"As if you have it" he simpered.

"Jerk!" I grab the key in my bag and threw it to him. "You owe me this! I will never forgive you" I threatened and quickly walk away. Clean the bathroom alone jerk.

I heard him calling my name but I ignore him until his voice slowly fades away. I need to get out in here as soon as possible.