My Firsts With You

Chapter 1

RACHEL'S POV

“Did you have fun last night?” mom asked as she took a bite of her toast. We are currently eating breakfast and about last night, my outgoing friend Jessica held a party at their house since her parents are on a business trip and will be gone for a week. Tell you what, it was crazy last night. Some guy even puked on Claire’s favorite dress and that was the first time she went crazy and yelled at the poor guy. We don’t ever want to mess with a calm and collected Claire.

“It was really fun. And crazy. Last night was our first time seeing Claire all crazy because some dude threw up on her precious dress” I laughed before drinking my orange juice. Don’t judge me. I love coffee, but my mom loves to make orange juice in the morning, so I have no choice but to drink it.

I was telling my mom about the party last night when we heard a loud honk outside. “Do you have a ride?” mom asked and I shrugged my shoulders as a response. “I’m sure I didn’t ask someone last night to give me a ride to school”, I explained as I took the last bite of my delicious toast. It’s just a toast with Nutella. Yeah, we’re rich, but we still act like most people.

“Oh well. I’m done eating and I’m ready to go to school now, mom” after I said it, we heard another loud honk and this time, it was annoyingly longer. “What is wrong with that driver?”

“I guess that person’s waiting for you. You should get going now” mom said, and I nodded, then kissed her on the cheek. I love my mom, okay? And she’s lovely.

As I went outside our sweet home, I saw a BMW M8 Coupe nicely parked in front of our house. Do I know someone who owns a BMW? I don’t even have a car, since I still don’t have a driving license. Yes, I know. I’m 18 but I still don’t have a driving license. I have a story about that, okay? And I won’t tell you.

The car’s owner rolled down the window and there I saw the most annoying person - Kenneth Harrison. He’s my childhood friend and I’ve been seeing him since we were 5. It’s getting annoying now, to be honest.

“So, how do you like my NEW car?” he asked while wiggling his eyebrows, emphasizing the word ‘new’, and with that annoying smile on his face. I know what you’re thinking. ‘You’ve been friends since childhood, so why are you bashing him?’ Well, I do love our friendship, since he’s my first ever friend and first guy friend, but you know, puberty and all, so we changed in some ways, including our personality and as for Kenneth, he’s just annoying.

“How far are you going with spending a lot of money?” I asked with one raised eyebrow. This guy doesn’t know how to spend money on things he really needs to buy and I know he’s been dying to have a car, but if he bought this car to get more girls, I’m so done with him.

“No, I didn’t. My father bought me this car because, you know, he said that I’ve been working hard on my studies and he felt like it was time for me to have one since I have a license. That’s why I have this baby with me now,” he explained with a cringy wink at the end. Working hard, huh? I guess being smart hides the fact that he’s actually lazy and just playing games with his friends.

“Why don’t you just go inside carefully and you know, go to school with my new car?” he suggested as I stood outside his car with my arms crossed. “Say ‘new car’ one more time and I’m gonna scratch every part of it,” I said with a poker face. He is one of those guys who likes to flex everything they have.

He sat properly after hearing my statement and, finally, I entered his car “carefully.” After buckling my seat belt to ensure my safety, we took off and are now on our way to school. Time went by quickly and now we’re already in our last year as high school students.

== IN SCHOOL ==

“Good morning, class,” our amazing homeroom teacher greeted. She’s amazing because she greets us as soon as her foot steps into our classroom. Note the sarcasm in there, but she’s amazing because she’s kind and understanding.

“So, for today, we’re going to talk about the school’s entertainment week,” she said as she looked around the class. Murmurs are being heard now talking about what our class should do or whatever they’re murmuring about. Every school year, our school conducts an event we call ‘Entertainment Week.’ It’s really cool because the principal implemented it for us students to relax and have fun once in a school year and each class in senior year is required to set up a booth of any kind we want.

“Do you have any suggestions on what kind of booth we should do?” Trisha, our class vice president, immediately raised her hand right after our teacher asked us. “I think we should do a jail booth for something new. It’s not a “jail”, but like, we could prepare fake handcuffs and we handcuff two people to spend maybe 5-30 minutes just walking around the school,” this girl is detailed. I mean, that’s a great idea and a unique one, because I bet none of the other seniors think about setting up a jail booth.

“So it’s for couples?” Claire asked while seriously thinking about Trisha’s idea. By the way, Claire is our class president. She may be calm and collected, but she’s a responsible and sweet human being. I swear she needs to be protected.

“Not necessarily. We can handcuff a couple or just two people that others want to pair up and deserve some time being handcuffed to each other,” she giggled as she explained. Trisha is an extroverted nice girl but her imagination sometimes scares me and, just like Jessica, this girl is wild.

Claire nodded, indicating that she understood what Trisha wanted to do for our booth. “What do you think, miss president?” our teacher asked. “I think it’s a great one and also, unique. No one’s ever done a jail booth before, so I guess we should go with it as long as everyone’s cooperative when it comes to our funds for the booth preparation. Is that okay with everyone?” she politely asked, to which we agreed. I feel like she’s referring to some people being “cooperative” when it comes to funds.

“Jeremy, Martin, and Kenneth heard you, Claire. They’re willing to clean the room if they don’t pay on time,” Jessica teased, at which Jeremy glared. Those three are rich, but never paid on time when it comes to class funds.

“Then I guess we’re settled. I’m expecting a clear and formal description of your booth by tomorrow afternoon. You should include the design of your tarpaulin and the mechanics regarding your booth,” our teacher informed Trisha and Claire and they both nodded. After our teacher dismissed the class, my classmates all went into their group of friends.

“Rachel is going to pay for me. Take note of that,” Kenneth said as soon as they approached us. I glared at him and he just winked at me. “Guess what? I won’t do that and let you clean the room,” I retorted.

“Please don’t start now,” Claire calmly said. I pinched Kenneth on his side and he silently cried in pain.

“When will I start collecting?” as the class treasurer, it is my responsibility to ask that. And as they say, I may be the daughter of a rich businessman, but I don’t shop at super luxurious stores out there. Target is where I usually go.

“As soon as we have the complete list of what we need, we’re going to make a budget list and then start collecting,” Claire responded.

“Don’t stress out too much, miss president. You just had your favorite dress ruined last night,” Jeremy said and Jessica slightly elbowed him. “Thanks for reminding me, Jeremy,” Claire said, with a slight stern in her tone. Jeremy raised his hands in defeat.

“I’m excited about the entertainment week,” Kenneth said.

“Or are you excited about being handcuffed to Rachel?” Martin teased, and I gave him a disgusted look.

“I’d rather be handcuffed to Sabrina instead of this witch,” this jerk confidently said.

“I’m gonna kill you now.”

“Bye!” he waved as he left the room.

END OF CHAPTER 1