My Match with Mr. Macho

Late, as usual

7:56???
I'm late!!!!!! I jump out of bed and grab a Nike sweatshirt.

I run into the bathroom and brush my teeth.

In one hand I'm pulling my hair into a VERY messy pony tail and the other is pulling up my black joggers.

I put an elastic in my hair and run downstairs.

I jump into my jet black convertible and drive like a crazy man to McDonalds, I get a chocolate shake and drive the normally 20 minute drive to school in a lucky 8 minutes.

I jump out of my car and lock it.

Rushing to my locker I grab my core class books and notes and sprint to the office.

"Oh joy, you're back." Says the slug at the counter.

I smile sweetly, "I missed you too!"

"Late again I see!" Says baboon face from across the room.

"So sorry." I pant and flop onto the floor criss-cross style.

"Get your butt to the library, he's waiting." He says with an eye roll.

I jump up and run up the flights of stairs to the library.

Swinging open the doors I fly in and sit down at the only occupied table. I fumble trying to open my books.

"Hey, I'm Tyler Haws." Says the boy sitting next to me.

"Brixton Waters" I reply without looking up.

"Nice to meet you." He says again.

"I bet." I say sarcastically.

"It's true," he chuckles. I finally look up and gasp.

'Holy mother of hotness'