What time is it? I rolled over only to fall to the floor I soon realized I was still in the living room. I groaned as I got up and searched for my phone, but soon stopped when I remembered what happened to it. I headed to my room and checked the time it was 7:45 am oh I thought it was late, late I was late but for what? what day was today, uh, I miss my phone, there's got to be a calendar around here wait why am I looking for a calendar "Hey Darla, what day is it?" Darla is what my mom calls the smart house
"Good morning your majesty, how may I assist you?" My mom has it call us that now because dad didn't like it when it called him my queen. "I said what day is it?"
" Monday, September 25"oh today's Monday. Wait Monday, oh crap, I'm late for school. I ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower then I rushed into my room and threw on the first thing I saw I told Darla to call Cobe, my best friend since eighth-grade “Was-sup b***h" I swear never a hello or how you doing with him "I need you to pick me up"
" Ok I'm already there"
"Thanks call me when you're at the gate"
"Didn't you hear me? I said I'm already there"
" what, how?"
" I was just about to pass your house when you called. Now get your ass down here." I grabbed my bag and my wallet and rushed out of the house.
"Why aren't you at school yet?" he asked as I entered his car
"Why aren't you" He gave me are you serious look and shook his head, feeling bored I turned on the radio and for the next few minutes we sat there in comfortable silence and not like hostile silence where you feel like the person is going to slit your throat it's the peaceful one, the sound of the school bell pulled me out "See ya later," said to Cobe as got out of the moving car, I checked my watch as got inside good I have 20 mins before my class starts I went to my locker and put on deodorant since I forgot to this morning, as I was fixing my hair I realized my shirt was inside out and instead of going to the bathroom and changing it like any normal human being I just change it around right there I got some disgusting stares from some girls passing and hoots and whistles from most of the guys but stopped when I glared at them for some unknown reason everyone at this school is so skittish around me, it's not like I'm a mean person; As I was about to close my locker, I saw a huge stain on my blouse "today is really not my day" sighing I reached for my shirt to flip it again but before I could someone slapped me hard across the ass, I bit back the moan that was about to escape, after composing myself I turned around to see Zack I was way too hungry for this s**t I'll just deal with him later and with that I turned back around the gasps of shocked students filled the hallway, I continued to pull off my shirt but the Zack stopped me and whispered in my ear "I love the view but I can't have every low life in this school looking at what's mine"
"So what am I supposed to do about this," I said pointing at the spot on my shirt in one swift move he flung me over his shoulder and headed to the boy's locker room. "What the hell Zack, if you think I'm going to stand here and just let you bend me over and take me from behind you have another thing coming"
"Relax, I would do no such thing well at least not with an audience"
"An audience what?" I turned around to see ten half-naked guys looking at me with a smirk on each of their faces; talk about clones, I really need to learn how to shut up sometimes; I stood there in awkward silence as Zack riffled through his locker. I turned around to leave because he was taking too long. "WAIT! I found it"
"Found what Zack?"
"My jacket"
"A jacket it took you that long to find a jacket in that tiny ass thing you call a locker" he smiled at me and said "Well, I found it as soon as I opened my locker but I had to clean the jacket out first unless you would have ok with walking around with the pockets full of condoms, girls underwear, and one other stuff"
"Why the hell was-nevermind I've got to get to class" as I was putting the jacket on I glanced at my watch I realized that I only had one minute to beat Mr. 'There's a stick up my ass' to class.