Falling For a Jock

❁Chapter I: Last First Day of High School❁ "Wake up baby sis it's your first day of senior year." Marcus, my older brother said while shaking my shoulder.  I groaned and planted my face into my pillow. Then swatted my hand in the air as if Marcus was some annoying fly. Today is my first day of senior year. And it's a pretty big deal for my family. I'm the youngest child and I graduate in a couple of months. Marcus graduated two years ago and now it's my turn. He was number eight of his class. While I'm number one. I have been ever since the beginning of my sophomore year. "Can it start next week?" I groggily asked while sitting up and rubbing my eyes.  Marcus just rolled his eyes while opening my curtains letting the horrible light in my room. This made me fall out of bed along with my covers onto my wooden floor. Then I stood up and put my covers back on my bed and made my bed. "Sorry to disappoint you." He laughed while happily walking out of my room. I sighed while opening my double doors that lead to my closet. You know like Spencer's in Pretty Little Liars. I then walked into my closet, and chose a white blouse looking top that showed both of my shoulders. Then some jean shorts and flip flops with white straps on them. After I put them all on, my iPhone 6 plus started to buzz on my nightstand so I dashed out of my closet and answered it. "Hey girl!" One of my best friends Keely shouted into the phone. I rolled my eyes while looking at myself in my narrow mirror that was on my light pink wall next to my desk where my MacBook Pro is sitting there closed and waiting to be used. Keely made it as head cheerleader for our varsity cheer team. I was so proud of her. I watched her tryout last week and she was really good. I would've joined her, but I really just want to focus on the academics of school and not so much the sports. Also, we used to cheer together in middle school. That's how we met. "Hey! So what are you planning on wearing?" I asked her while heating up my straightener.  Thank goodness that there was an outlet next to my mirror so I can look at myself while doing my hair. I have light blonde wavy hair just like my mom. Marcus got his dirt blonde hair from our dad. Which is somewhat understandable. My hair got lighter over the summer. But my skin got darker. "Eh just probably some sundress I bought at Wet Seal." She said with a laugh.  I then sat down in front of the mirror and then put the phone on speaker while doing my hair. So basically while I was doing my hair, Keely was giving me full out details about her outfit. Then I had to hang up and tell her that I'll meet her in front of the statue of our mascot, which is a grizzly bear because I wanted to save my phone battery. Last year, I always had to bring my charger with me, and this year will be different. I then put on my floral Jansport backpack and grabbed my phone then turned off my light while walking into the bathroom and brushing my teeth and then applying my makeup which is just Naked 3, and lip gloss and then some foundation. "Man do girls always have to have there day organized? Or is it just you?" My brother asked while sipping on his coffee at the bar that's connected to the kitchen. I gave him a glare then smacked the back of his head which made him spit out his coffee. I smirked to myself while opening the fridge and grabbing the glass pitcher of orange juice, then putting it on the counter of the bar and grabbing a glass and pouring some juice in it. "I don't get how those past girlfriends could deal with you, I mean you're well you." I said while taking a small sip of my orange juice. My dad then walked in while looking at my brother and shaking his head then walking up to me and kissing my forehead and making himself some coffee which he always does every morning, and afternoon, oh and also at night before bed. My dad is a marine biologist. And he sometimes takes me to work with him when he goes out of the country like the Bahamas which he took me too a week after junior year ended. Which was the beginning of summer. His job is pretty cool to him at least. It sometimes gets boring. "Where's your jacket?" My dad asked while leaning his back against the coffee counter. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. Then looked at my phone time. 7:45 a.m. That means I have exactly an hour and forty five minutes until senior year begins. My mom then walks in and winks at me as if she's approving of my outfit then kissing my dad on the lips while adjusting her glasses. I have glasses too but I prefer to wear my contacts. I only wear glasses when I'm at home. "Love you guys, bye." I said while grabbing my car keys and leaving the kitchen and opening the front door and then leaving for school. |♕|♕|♕|♕| "Carly Lukens." I said to one of the women that were handing out class schedules for seniors.  I really hope that I at least get some of my friends in my classes. It would be really boring without them. She was then looking through the stack of schedules with her too long of fake nails. Which kind of grosses me out because who's nails would ever be that freaking long? After she handed me my schedule, I moved out of the way and looked at my schedule. 1- AP Comparative Literature  2- AP French 3- AP Psychology 4- Calculus  5- Dance Tech 4 Lunch 6- Early Childhood 4 7- Yearbook I nodded to myself. These classes sound pretty easy. Keely and my other best friend Naomi came up to me and we looked at our schedules. "OMG we all have lunch together! And I have 2nd and 6th with you Carly! While I have you Naomi for 4th and 1st with you!" Keely squealed.  I chuckled at her excitement about all of this while folding up my schedule and placing it in my back pocket of my shorts. While we were walking to our lockers, then a muscular arm bumped into me, then I looked up and sighed. It was the arm of Drew Rollings. Aka the school's player for not only lacrosse but a player of girls as well. He gave me a glance then kept on walking with his own group of friends. Well then, that was rude. He didn't even say sorry. "Ugh guys I really don't want to go to class." Keely whined while we all opened our lockers.  I just let out a short scoff. We have a hot French guy as a teacher for our French class. She shouldn't be complaining. The bell then rang, and we all parted our ways, well I did because they have 1st period together, lucky for them. I then walked into AP Comparative Literature with Mrs. w***e, I mean with Mrs. Wholsteen. Then it was 3rd period. So I looked up at the SMART board and it had a copy of the seating chart on it that was from the teacher's computer. I'm guessing that she used the projector that's attached to the ceiling to show the class where they sit. Some fine technology indeed for a school, let alone for a classroom. The desks where in twos. So I'm in the middle section, and seated behind the two front desks. Much to my disappointment they were two stupid jocks. By the names of Connor O'Day, and Lance Stevens. Connor sits in front of me. So I took my seat and waited for class to begin. Once the bell rang, everyone was in there seats except for the two jocks that are seated in front of me. I forgot who sat next to me. But whatever. It's not that important anyways. "Ah the trouble trio has finally graced us with their presence." Mrs. Moore said shaking her head. Then a brown curly haired jock sat in front of me while some black haired guy sat next to him. While the last person I ever wanted to see again sat right next to me. I can feel the irritation radiating off of his muscular body. "So you're my partner?" I asked with clear disappointment in my tone. "Yeah I guess so butterfly." He said letting out a small chuckle. "These are your seats for the whole school year." Mrs. Moore sadly stated while handing out syllabuses. This will be a very long school year, for me, Carly Noelle Lukens. |♕|♕|♕|♕| "Ugh why him!?" I screamed into my pillow.  During the class, he kept looking at me as if he wanted me to talk. But I refused to and just kept doing my work. I don't get why he would just be rude then want to have a conversation with me. s**t, at lunch he just kept staring at me, his table was next to mine and he just kept looking at me. Like he needs to seriously leave me the hell alone. I clearly don't like him. Which means that I don't like his existence, he just needs to get that in his head. "Hey sweetie, um I was wondering if you want grilled chicken salad for dinner." My mother said in a kind and gentle voice. I sat up on my bed then nodded at her while flashing her a smile. She nodded then left my bedroom while closing the door from behind her, while I stood up and got my phone and Instagramed my picture with Keely at lunch in front of the statue and put as the caption "Last First Day of High School." Then posted it. "Hey mom wants us to set up the dinner table." Marcus said while popping his head in the doorway looking at me impatiently. I sighed while following him out of my bedroom and walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Bowls or plates?" I asked my mom while standing on my tippy toes while shooting her a quick glance. Marcus was talking to my dad about goodness knows what. Probably about sports. Typical men. Which I don't get why they are so obsessed with some damn sports. I guess it's a guy thing, and that's all I'm leaving it as. "Bowls. It's salad sweetie." She chuckled while adding cut up tomatoes on top of the salad. I sighed and grabbed dark green squared bowls and then walked into the dining room. As I started to set the table, Marcus came in. And put down some napkins that are in a triangle shape. Once we finished, then my parents came in, my dad was carrying a pitcher of water while my mom was carrying a huge black circular bowl and then after she set the bowl down and then walked out and came back with a black plate with dinner rolls on it. "So how was your first day?" My mom asked while I was putting lettuce in my bowl and then grilled chicken on top of it along with some tomatoes. I really don't want to talk about Drew. He's a jerk. And my brother would blow up if I blabbed. So I just poured some fat free ranch over my salad while putting it back down then grabbing my fork. And began eating. "It's okay, I mean I basically have all AP classes like last year." I said with my mouth kind of full. I always been having AP classes like I somewhat had mentioned before. My mom and dad smirked at me, while Marcus just rolled his eyes and ate his salad.