OBSESSED

Chapter Two

I woke up to the startling beeping of my alarm.

Should I pull a typical protagonist move and throw it against the wall? Nope. I don't know where they get that kind of money to replace their alarms everyday, they should put me on for real.

Instead I gently pat it off, much better. Slip into the comfiest bedroom slippers, slide into a silly robe and jump into the arms of...

Nope, that's not how my mornings go anyway.

I'm instead sludging into the bathroom like the Grinch of Thursday mornings and splashing water unto my face to clear up my foggy gaze. That reminds me, my favorite pair of glasses got cracked by that silly girl, tch. Luckily I have a backup pair (backup pairs erhem-) and that's what we'd go with.

A quick shower later, and I was mock debating my outfit. The maxi skirt or the... Well, maxi skirt too. They're different though, one's a print and the other a block color. Of course I go with the print in true maximalist fashion, and a hundred clunky jewelry later, I was dressed to the nines in my aesthetic of the day. Black Bohemian princess. A soft blue knit mesh top covered my army green bandeau. My skirt was long and flowy with layers flowing into each other. Heaps of golden waist chains enhanced my waistline and hips, and my hands clunked with every movement. My piercings were in- both ear lobes, and my nostril. Time to head out into the world of Aiden...

The world. Yes, not Aiden's.

The school was alive with hubbub, as usual of course. Every one hanging around their clique and talking about the lastest gossip. Last I checked, poster girl Ali was pregnant. How that happened? I don't know. Why are you asking me anyways?

I heard it through the grapevine and through the grapevine shall I hear the rest of it. Until then, I just have to focus on getting myself through to my last year in this bubblegum park (yeah right!).

"Oomf-"

I fell into the comforting hands of my favorite companion, the floor.

Not.

I was caught by the scruff of my neck by hands I was far too familiar with. Tut. Nate was in school today, probably means there's a test.

" What are you doing scampering around like a chipmunk?" Nate asked curiously. Yes guys. My beloved brother has made an entry.

This is Nate. My favorite person in the wholeeeeee wideeeeeee worlddddddddd (aside Aiden of course mwahaha). He's 6'1, a skateboarding fanatic and an upcoming musician (well maybe he only does it for fun, but he's actually good. No typical SoundCloud quality here, he's good for real.) He's my lifesaver (He can cook up a storm, a yummy storm) and the best big brother in the whole world.

The only downside? Where there's Nate, there his friends would be. That includes Aiden. f**k.

"Hey Natey." I said sweetly, as he hauled me unto my feet. I turned around to face him and his friends- Aiden and Clarke. I guess introversion runs in the family heh. "Hey Big bear!" I dove into Clarke's arms. His chestnut perfume filled my nostrils and I inhaled the comforting smell.

Guys, meet Clarke. My brutha from another mutha teehee. He's my godbrother basically. His parents are always busy (first responders), so he basically crashes at our's half the week. He's the tallest of all Nate's friends (6,5) and my favorite cuddle bear (he's literally a tank with that much strength). He's even more protective of me than Natey, and would straight up crush whoever even spoke to me the wrong way (One of the reasons I never got bullied).

As he set me down, I made a sharp incline on the ball of my foot to turn to Aiden. "Ayd..." I blushed as I called out his name. He smirked at me, as though in full knowledge of the thoughts I had of him. Natey whistled and burst into laughter, making a stupid comment about 'male pheromones overwhelming me'. Stupid Natey.

Aiden stretched his arms out, "No hugs for me, my princess?" That was all it took for me to dive into his arms.

I know what you're thinking, PAUSE. Nope, I'm not dreaming and nope, the is not a future take. My crush is my brother's friend. A friend from childhood. Let that sink in. You're probably wondering, why do I slink around to follow him when I can do it outright. Well, it's fun. I can follow him to a lot more places and my brother wouldn't be breathing down my ear. It's also more encoded and ensures maximum security (let's ignore the million, billion, trillion, zillion, gazillion times he's caught me). So yes, I CAN still spend time with him, but the legal way isn't the best way (only in this case though, stay on the side of the law people!).

Back to my real world scenario as I'm buried in the arms of my crush. Although short (the hug and maybe me), the fleeting smell of his perfume brushed my nostrils. So warm and manly. Even though it's basically Axe and the one perfume he fell in love with at the age of 16, and has been constantly repurchasing. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and... Okay no, not all that but you can't judge okay? At least, I get to hold my crush (yes, I'm referring to you- dear almighty reader hehe).

"You're so short and soft." He mumbled as he ruffled (or attempted to) ruffle my hair. When he failed to undo the snapback I had holding my hair in place, he huffed. I would have taken it out for him but nope. I liked seeing the cute frustration on his face. "Where are you headed?" Clarke asked, interrupting what I'd like to think was Aiden and I's couple moment. Patting myself down, I clutched my chest exaggeratedly. "You saved me!" I stared at Natey, batting my eyes unnaturally. I knew Natey hated that to bits, ever since a horror movie we saw as a family once. "Eughh" he shivered to display his disgust and chuckled. "Better head to class, I hear your favorite teacher is in class." " Ms. Laylay?!" I was almost bursting at the seams with enthusiasm. " Nope, your FAVourite..." He stressed. My eyes dilated in horror instantly.

No! I thought she left on some leave! Heavens, why would Ms Martina show up on a random Thursday to wreck havoc on me. I'm now of a mind to fall to my knees for the utmost theatrical effect, but nevermind. The schools floors aren't safe from disgusting stuff.

Now who is this beast, this she-devil you may ask? Well that's Martina. A college graduate who acts like the world is filthy with women in it, and only men deserve to be in power. No, for real. As hard as it seems to believe, we've broken a few firsts for her. For one, she's the youngest, about 25 years of age. Two, we had to dig deep (not really), to find a lady with internalized misogyny who thinks it's cute to harass the boys in class all in the name of teaching. She IS the bane of existence of all students in my Math class (the deranged fellow can actually teach math, tch). She once told the MTF trans girl in a class that she couldn't understand why she'd decide to leave a superior gender for something less and inferior; while simultaneously telling a FTM that he is a disgrace for wanting to enjoy the perks of manhood as a lesser person (this makes me wonder if my school has a penchant for picking the worst out of the bunch and if that has anything to do with my Headmaster's glasses... I wear glasses too so I'd understand). Going to her class was the last thing on my mind but Natey would definitely not let me skip classes especially now that's he's caught me. Now I'm in a pinch. Tch.