Be My Geek?

Chapter 1

So here's chaper 1.. Blame Kace for the over randomness in this, she's American..  Other than the last 2 paragraphs or so, blame me for that;)

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Bleh. Mornings are NOT my forté.

I lean out of bed to press the snooze button on my alarm clock, just another day in my useless life. Slinging my legs over the edge of my bed I pull myself to my hideous pink bathroom. Before I was born my over-eccentric parents decided to decorate my room in a “princess” theme, luckily I was able to re-paint my bedroom when I turned 10. Unfortunately I never got around to painting the bathroom; it looks like a freakin' candyfloss machine barfed all over the place. Glancing in the mirror I can’t help but notice the dark bags that rest just under my eyes. I guess that’s what I get for staying up all night skyping with Aaron, Aleix, and Julia. Aaron, Aleix (can someone scream HOT DAMN!), and Julia are my best (and only) friends. Aaron is the stereotypical photographer, constantly snapping photos of everything and anything. He doesn’t talk much. Then there is Aleix (HOT DAMN!), he is to say the least HOT! He has also been neighbor for the past three years. And then there is Julia, my dad's fiance's daughter, (lets just call her stepsister;D)

Grabbing my blue-plaid uniform I can’t help but feel a wave of disgust. The uniform is just….just….so ugly. Not to mention that blue was absolutely NOT my color, I much preferred black and deeper purples or reds and skirts, urgh. I quickly ran down the steps taking two at a time. Skidding around the corner I came to a stop in the doorway to the kitchen.

“EWWWW! WHAT THE HELL! OLD PEOPLE AREN’T SUPPOSE TO MAKE OUT! ESPEICALLY NOT IN THE FREAKIN' KITCHEN!” I ran away screaming. No breakfast for me this morning.

“Have a good first day darling,” I hear my mum yell as I approach the door.

"Cause I'm still 5 mum." I mutter before dragging myself through the hallway.

I slump out of my house, grabbing my bag and phone as I leave towards the bus stop, ready and waiting for the damn bus to get here already. Finally the bus speeds up the road towards me. I watch in wonder as the bus driver slams on the breaks causing the tires to squeal. It never fails to amaze me how these drivers keep their jobs.

The smell of public buses are probably the most unique smell I can think of. It’s a mix of glue, b.o., and puke. It seems that no matter how many times they clean it, the smell never goes away. I head towards the back of the bus, my usual seat. Unfortunately I was too focused on the seats in the back to notice the foot placed directly in my path. And of course I face-planted.

“Nice landing nerd”

“LOL”

“Ohmygiggles! Elmo is on her panties!”

And of course, my skirt just had to flip up. Great. I stand up blushing, and quickly rush to my seat trying to block out the sound of laughter in the air. As I sit down my phone buzzes in my blazer pocket.

Hey Lil,

meet u by the g8s.

<3 A

I smile and reply with:

K, c u there, ill b 5 mins, <3 L

I lock my phone and slide it back into my pocket and pull myself up, ready to get off of the bus and meet Aleix (HOT DAMN).

As I slumped off the bus I thanked the driver, may as well be polite right? I grin when I see my OBVIOUSLY GAY best friend Aliex waiting at the bus shelter,  flicking through his phone, probably BBM, that boy is too popular, "hey Al! Heads up!" I screeched as I jumped him. 

"Watch it Lil, you'll break my phone on of these days," he sarcastically rolled his eyes for effect.

"You're right, I'm sure you would DIE without it.." I rolled my eyes in return. "NOW TAKE ME TO SCHOOL, BIATCH!"

I screeched as he lifted me like I was weightless, "stop being so hot if you're gonna be gay Al."

Of course, with his oh-so amazingness he replies with "it's in my nature, Honeybee, I'd date you except, well, I'm not into that shit," he winks at the end, god, he's fucking fit, don't get me wrong but that boy needs to learn to RESPECT A BITCH.