"I'm sorry if I seen uninterested
Or I'm not listening or I'm indifferent
Truly, I ain't got no business here," my phone goes off. Why? "What the hell brah?" Josh groans and complains. "It's the alarm clock. You better go take a shower right about now," I say while trying to get out of his arms and turn on my stomach. Josh and I, well we cuddle when we sleep. It means totally nothing between the both of us, we're just really comfortable with one another. His mini him is wide awake as always, poking the small lower part of my back. I always wonder whether or not he feels it when it rises while he's sleeping every morning, but I'm too embarrassed to voice out. This is Josh we're talking about; he would remind me of this the second I ask him.
"Why me first and what in the world are you doing?" He tightens his arms around me. His eyes are still closed. I know they are. "Well, you re my guest. So you have the royal treatment and that includes using the bathroom first. And I am trying to change my position. I want to lie on my stomach for a bit, but your arms are in the way," I say still wiggling out of his grip. "Why don't you just push him with your ass?" My subconscious asks. Yeah... Why don't I since my back is facing him? "Since when am I considered as a guest around here? I mean - ouch!" He screams in pain. "What was that for?" He shouts. Now he is gonna beon a bad mood. "That's for still holding on after I told you what I was trying to achieve. Now that feels better," I say smiling at the release I am experiencing.
"As you saying," I say reminding him that he was trying to prove a point or something like that. "Brah, you really have a rock hard ass. I can still feel the sting of pain on my stomach. Anyway, I was saying that your own mother considers me as he beautiful, well mannered son," he says so happily and with pride, I might afd. "Honestly I think my mom needs an eye test and a CAT scan. Well mannered? If you were beautiful that means that Mrs Ire is fucken hot," I say facing his gorgeous, flawless face
He looks good with that messy bed hair do.
Mrs Ire is one of the fugliest grandmother's I have ever laid my eyes on. She has this bulldog dragging face. Here yes were too small to be visible on her face. It's like you need a microscope to find them. Okay, okay I admit that's a bit farfetched, but she really has small lifeless grey eyes. She hated toddlers and despised teenagers. The feeling was mutual for most of us. I, on the other hand, feel pity for her. Maybe her behavior and attitude towards us we're only there because she felt only loneliness.
Josh thought that she must be smoking something really strong. "I think that's my queue to take a shower and go home because this is your attempt to ruin my day and it is going to work," he says getting out of bed. He has this neutral expression on his flawless slightly pale face. Before reaching the door he turns dramatically and says, "And to correct you, Mrs Ire would dir just thinking of being compared to all of this," gesturing with his hand up and down to his godlike body. In addition, he stocks his tongue childishly. I bust out a laugh while he's doing that. He is always a dramatic joker.
After fifteen minutes he walks out of the bathroom. He is dressed in his striped back and white pj's. He looks so cute and clean
I drag myself out of bed complaining and groaning about how unfair life is. "You better take twenty minutes with everything because we are left with thirty minutes. I will see you at school brah and maybe I'll act as I know you this time," he says with a smile. He knows that us talking in public is such a foreign thing. "Okay I know that's obviously an empty promise," I say trying to not roll my eyes but fail. "Later loser," I having the biggest smile while heading to the bathroom. "Bye weirdo," he says smiling. Oh my word, that smile. "He is Josh, Tanis. It is just Josh," my subconscious remindse of boredom in her tone. Yeah, it is just him.
He leaves. Well, I heat the bedroom door close so I assume he left. I take a twenty minute shower. That'w a first for k. "A new record! Yes!" My subconscious rejoices. I dry myself off with a towel and wear my black lace underwear and bra. Not like I have a variety of colours I can choose from. Most of them are black and I have one nude. I go to my dressing table;y hair is next on my to do list. The hairdryer is on the floor next to the only visible socketin my bedroom. Before switching the dryer on and starting the painful blowing out process , I touch my damp hair with my free hand and say my daily line "I wish my hair was straight and effortless," to myself. I know that isn't going to change anything but maybe just maybe it might. "Damn girl, isn't it too early in the day for daydreaming?" My subconscious asks.
"Tan, get down here. It is late ," mom practically shouts one of her lungs out. "Okay mom!" Shit! I am so late and only dressed in my underwear and bra. At least my hair is done. Days like these I thank the heavens for an outfit called a school uniform. I start wearing grey fitted pants and a white blazer. It is compulsory to wear at all times. All freaken year. I run downstairs with my handbag strapped on me. My phone in my left hand. I direct my feet to the kitchen because my stomach has been on my case about breakfast. Breakfast isn't my most pleasant meal of the day, but sometimes I just really have no choice but to eat. I grad two slices and in between , they are a few pieces of beacon and sunny side up eggs. Just the way I like it.
"Bye mom," I kiss my mom's cheek before heading out. "Bye Tanis. Love you," she says with a small smile. I just noticed that I haven't seen James anywhere this morning. On well I'll see him later. I jump into the car and pull out my phone, the car keys in right hand. I decide to text Josh.
[Dude, how far are you? - Tan]
[I just got into the school gates - Josh]
[What? Oh shit, I am dead - Tan]
[Hahaha... No, five minutes until the bell rings and another ten minutes for late comers. So you have roughly fifteen minutes to get your ass here - Josh]
I stick my tongue out to the screen and started the car. Fifteen minutes, that's all I have. Fuck!
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"This is your last day of freedom before experiencing the hardest eight months of your life," Mrs Pray says and I am standing outside the door nervously because I am kate. Well, barely late... Five minutes maximum. "Are you going to stand here all day or?" My subconscious asks. It's now or never... In five, four, three, two - "So enjoy - oh, Miss Johnson late as expected," Mrs Pray comments. "I'm sorry I am late, Miss," I say whilst tiptoeing to my seat with my head hanging low. I hate being the center of attention. "I have a feeling that you might be problematic this year," she glares at me. "Enjoy your late day of freedom," she ends her little speech and leaves the classroom. "Thank God she left," I kutter to myself. "I know, right" familiar deep voice comments above my head. I look to my left side, "when did he get here?" My subconscious wonders. "Hey, you okay? You look a bit lost," Jason asks a bit worried.
"Hey to you too. Yeah, I'm okay man,"I say with this confused look on my face. Okay, now I am acting too weird. "I mean I am just stuck on how you got here so quickly," I say while my face gains a bit of red colour from what I just said. I feel my phone vibrating on my waist, I pull it out and see that I have a text from Josh. I immediately look up at him confused. "Dude, why don't you just get off your chair and talk to me in person?" My subconscious asks annoyed.
[She scolded you like you were an hour late for school. She is so dramatic with her old outdated fashion sense - Josh]
I look at him again and smile. He returns the smile.
[Dude! I know but it's cool. Someone would swear that she scolded you, because you sound really pissed. Do you care about me that much? - Tan]
[Woman, please! I just wanted to see your reaction okay and maybe cheer you up a bit- Tan]
[Ncoah, you're so sweet.. at times - Tan]
I lock my phone and put it back into my purse. I direct my attention to the group in front of me... The A squad. "Who were you texting?" Jas asks trying to control his temper bit failing. "Nosy much!?" My subconscious says. "Someone," I say. "So what are you guys talking about?" I ask everyone and ignoring the look Jason was giving me. Jason is getting too personal for my liking. "Mack's house party," Jordan says. I look at her like she just grew a second head in a few seconds. "The one happening tomorrow... Ring any bells? I sent you a text last night," Mack says. "Dude, the fuck? Party? Tomorrow?" I say with this confused look plastered on my face. I pull my phone out of my left breast pocket and unlock my phone. I start scrolling down through my message and then I finally get to mack's text. "Oh shit!" My subconscious screams.
"I'm guessing you were not in the mood to read anything from Mack?" Jason whispers in my ear. His voice has this addition feel to it every time I hear it. His warm brush of his breath hits me at the back of my neck. "So Tanis, you are coming right?" Mack asks with a smirk on his face this time. I look at Jason for some assurance I notice that Jason's face went from neutral to serious the minute Mack asked me that question. I wonder what is going on between them, but hey, that's none of my business. Beststay out of it. "Is it an open invitation or?" I ask him. I mean I might be talking with the A crew but honestly, I don't really feel like myself when I'm with them.
"Of course. The more, the merrier," Mack says with a plain smile on his face. "Oh okay. I'll think about it," I say with a thin line smile. I don't want to make a promise that I might not be abl bto keep. After that horrible moment, the group decides to enter the concept of night dreams and again, Mack decides to put me on the spot. What's up with him today? "So Tanis, what is the weirdest dream you have ever had?" He asks with curiosity fully present in his eyes. "Dude do you really want me to answer that question?" My subconscious asks with her invisible eyebrow raised up and smirk. "So?" Mack stares at me eagerly. "Okay, here's a weird one. So I had a dream in the 10th grade. I was in class - wait, you guys won't judge me, right?" I ask only considering then about what I am about my embarrassing dream. Well, one of my embarrassing dreams.
"No!" They all say it in union and we all laugh briefly. "Okay, we were all in the maths class and on the left of the room I was seated with Jason," I say pausing a bit in the middle. I start scanning the round and literally everyone is on the edge of their seats. "Okay, so Jason and I started just starring at each other for a few minutes. And then starring into each other's eyes turns into getting closer and closer. And we kissed but the moment he pulled back his face turned into Cole's face and I felt sick," I say getting that disgusting feeling all over again.
"Ew!" Everyone says loudly and we all laughed. "Oh my gosh. Your brain is divk!" Jessica says. Jessica Carter is Jason's twin sister and hates my guts. Why did you afl? I have no freaken idea. She is the ideal person to be your twin if you had a choice in the situation. I mean she has the inner and outer qualities of being second in command. She has blue green coloured eyes, silky dirty blonde thick hair. A nose ring, she was born with the tiny hole on her nose, place perfectly on her narrow Dr 90210 nose. She is the second tallest girl in class. Her body... It's a clear definition of perfection. She has olive clear skin, baby bum soft hands and Leah's that go on forever. She has smooth and goodness like, Victoria Secret models would dead to have them. She is on the academic role and loves hockey. She is the captain of the senior team and one of the lead singers in the school choir. Center of attention was always her aim. Either she is feared or had to give out approval by most of the girls that her brother deals with.
When it comes to girl drama she would always say to the poor girl caught out in the mess "sweety, I don't get why you're so upset. You never had a fair chance with him in the first place. Once a Mitch always a Mitch," and with that the signature Carter Colgate smile would make it's appearance. No wonder Kimberly and she are such good friends. Birds of the same feather do indeed flock together I guess. "So you telling us that you wanted Jason but in Cole's body?" Jordan asks. "Bitch do I look like I know?" I think to myself while narrowing my eyes in her direction. I mean yes Cole has a delicious, Calvin Klein model, godlike body. But compared to Jason, he lacks a lot for me. I decide to stare at everyone instead of joining the aftermath of the indirect joke, which is laughing my head off. "Okay, but ever since then haven't you had dreams about these two" Mack asks pointing at Jason and Cole.
He looks amused at the thought that I had a dream about them. I look to my left and see that Jason has this annoyed look on his face but masks it quickly with a neutral one in just a split second. "No. It was just a once off thing," I say directing my attention back to Mack. After that everyone proceeded to talk about things I really don't care about and I decided to zone out the background sounds. "So are you really considering coming to Mack's party?" Jason whispers into my ear with his arm around my waist tightly squeezing it every couple of minutes. God, why does he keep doing this? It's really hard for me to control my emotions when he does that. I turn in his direction and our faces are just a few centimeters away. "Am I seriously considering going there?" My subconscious asks.