Ending Breathless

Chapter 2: school life

I woke up to the sound of Rise Against, Hero of War, blasting through my phone speakers. I opened my tired eyes to find a bright screen peering into my soul. I let out a low groan and rolled over.
Today was my first day of high-school. And I wasn't looking forward to it. I checked the clock beside my bed and it was blinking 5:15 am. I have 3 hours till school. Might as well get up.
I took a quick wash, and walked into my cold room. I missed being in my warm shower. I stumbled over some clothes till I found the light switch to my room. I went to my closet to find what to wear and I decided on faded pink shorts, a lose tank top with the infinity sign on it, a jean jacket, and my hot pink high-top vans.
I straightened my now belly-button length hair and put on a small amount of makeup. Just eyeliner, mascara, and Chapstick. I have this weird pet peeve thing and I can't have chapped lips. I took a look in the mirror.
"I really need a hair cut."
I looked at the clock on my bed side table 6:38 am.
"Eh good enough."
I took the scissors that are in my bedside table and stood over the trash can. I trimmed about 2 inches off my hair and cut my bangs a little bit. I took another look in the mirror while brushing out the lose strands in my hair. I put in a flower clip to take back my now short bangs before running upstairs to catch the bus.
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I greeted my friend Macy, she's my bus buddy, and we whined about how crappy our mornings were. After we shared a couple jokes Quinn and Zoey got on the bus. They're sisters. They sat in the seat beside us and the rest of the bus ride we played rock-paper-scissors, because we are secretly 7 year olds trapped inside a teenage girls body, and talked about how we are dreading these next four years.
We all walked off the bus still giggling about the scene that took place. After one of the nerds that has been bullied all his life punched this kid in the face everyone backed away from him. We strut into the school arms locked and took place in the cafeteria. Everyone had to hang out in here till school actually started which wouldn't be for another 10 minutes. We sat at the table with Jared, Chance, Jake, Shane, and Luke. Shane and Macey are together, Chance and Zoey are together, and Quinn is dating some guy from another school named Brennen. Secretly Jake and Luke like Zoey. And Luke is Jared's bestfriend. Is this getting confusing for you? Sorry.
The bell rang to go to class and we all separated to our couples. Except for Quinn. She usually tagged along with someone. I walked up to Jared and poked his side.
"Hey."
"Hey babe."
Wow I missed his voice.
"I missed you. How was your summer?"
"I missed you more. My summer was great! I hung out with Nick and Luke the whole time, what about you?"
"Pretty sucky. I hung out with my girls the whole time. We just practiced."
"Oh yeah you're band. How's that going?"
"Pretty good. I mean Quinn is losing her magic touch on bass but she said she'd practice more. My singing lessons are starting to get hectic. There's a lot of little kids joining so I have to be squeezed into the teachers schedule. How's baseball?"
"Great! So far we are undefeated. Because we are awesome like that."
"Sure you are. Well here's my locker I guess. See you at lunch?"
"Yep. Talk to you later!"
"Alright. Cya."
I hate the word bye. It makes it sound like ill never see him again.
I opened my locker after like 5 tries and put my books inside.
"Crap."
I forgot to get my class schedule from the office. I stuffed my bag into my locker and walked to the office. I was going to be late to my first class. On the first day. Of high-school. Just perfect.
I walked into the office to be greeted by several other students that are line.
"Oh my goodness. Are you kidding me!"
I guess I said that a little too loud because one of the students in line turned around.
I waved an awkward hi and he smiled and faced forward again. I shuffled to the back of the line and impatiently waited.
Finally my turn came 10 minutes later and it literally took 30 seconds.
"Um hi. I'm here to get my schedule."
"Name please?"
"Murlee Soyer."
The lady behind the counter flashed me a weird look. Yeah I have an awkward name. Deal with it.
"Here you go. Hurry or you'll be late."
"Thanks."
I flashed I fake smile and walked out. I looked down at my schedule and groaned. History first great.
I was walking and checking over my schedule until I ran into something hard and tall. I looked up to see the boy that looked at me in the office.
"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry."
"It's fine."
He had a deep voice. It's sorta... Sexy. What no, you have a perfect boyfriend Murlee, are you insane!?
I started walking away until he said something.
"Hey wait, what's your name ?"
"Um, I'm Murlee. What about you?"
"I'm Dalton."
"Nice to meet you Dalton."
I tried to walk away but he once again spoke.
"How old are you... Murlee?"
"I'm 15."
I walked away before I could hear his response. I didn't feel like being late for my first class anymore than I actually am.
I slowly opened the door to my history class which, of course, had loose hinges. So everyone looked up. And never. looked. down. The teacher stopped talking and looked at me.
"And what might your name be?"
"Uh.. Murlee. Murlee Soyer."
"Well, Murlee Soyer. You're late sit down."
Great. Just great. My face was beat red and everyone was staring at me. Could it get any worse?
And it was just first period.
"Well take a seat anytime soon."
Crap. I probably just stood there like an idiot. I rushed to the first open seat I saw. Which was by the person I most despise. Scott Lee. He's my childhood taunter and on occasions he still does it. He's a Junior that's clearly not smart enough to pass a freshman class for 3 years. He dated my sister and he.... Never mind. He's just really mean.
"Awe. Little baby girl late to her first class?"
I could smell his horrible breath and feel it on my neck.
"Get away from me. Pay attention so one day you may actually pass this class."
"Feisty now. You know I don't like a feisty girl."
"Who says I wake up everyday to please you?"
"Me."
He did a quite chuckle and sat back in his desk the right way. Jeez I just wanted to slap that stupid smirk right off of his stupid face.
"Well. Hope you like where you are all sitting because these will be your seats for the whole year."
This day literally could not get any worse.
Finally the bell rang for Unified Arts classes I looked at my schedule to see I have gym next. I should be good at that. I was always a pretty fit person.... Nope. Just kidding. The class consisted of an insanity work out and a two mile run. I swear, this school will be the death of me.
Finally after 4 periods of pure hell the bell rang for lunch. I couldn't of been more happier.
I walked into the cafeteria to find that I had lunch period with pretty much none of my friends. So much for seeing Jared. I slowly walked to the line and payed for my food substance and walked outside to the bleachers. To eat alone.
I was sitting there snacking on my chips when I saw a familiar face. The hand that this familiar face owned waved at me and I waved back. Then he came up to me and I remembered who he was.
"Hey! Dalton right?"
He gripped his chest like someone just shot him.
"I'm hurt. I thought we really had something going there!"
"Oh. Sorry."
"Hey c'mon Em you know I'm just kidding." He playfully punched my shoulder and I flinched.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"No. Em huh?"
"Is it alright if I call you that?"
"No it's definitely not alright."
I gave him a playful smile to know I was kidding and he let out a deep chuckle. I bit my lip. Wow this guy is sexy.
"So.. De... What're you up to?"
"Hahah! De? That's the best you could come up with?"
"Psh. Shut up. What can you make dalton into!?!"
"Nothing. Aha!"
"Okay what do you want me to call you?"
"Call me.. Mr. SexyPants."
I spit my milk all over myself and started laughing historically. We sat there laughing while I tried to clean myself up.
"Ugh. I got chocolate milk stains all over my white shirt. Thanks jerk."
"Hah. Sorry. I have a sweatshirt in my locker if you want to borrow it?"
"Thanks."
I got up to dump my tray and he followed me.
"So. Hah. Mr. SexyPants. What are you up to?"
"Just living the senior life."
"Whoa what? You're a senior!"
"Yeah. Is there a problem with that?"
"No it's just. I'm not friends with many seniors."
"Oh well. Lets go to my locker. I'll get you that hoody."
"Okay."
We talked the whole way to his locker. We told each other about ourselves and what we wanted to be once we got out of here. I learned that he actually has a band of his own. Well he had a band. But he's going into music. And he'll be a producer. There was never an awkward silence with him. He gave me his sweatshirt with was like 4 sizes too big and made me look like I didn't have pants but oh we'll. it was better than a brown spotted shirt. And the hoody smelled like him. Which was peppermint and a little bit of cologne. It was a good smell.
The rest of the day went by in a blur until the end of the day when Jared came up.
"Hey Murlee. Who's sweatshirt are you wearing?"
I looked down in confusion at my outfit. Oh. I'm still wearing it shoot. I forgot to give it back.
"Oh it's my friend Dalton's. I just met him today. He made me spill milk all over myself so he gave me this to cover it up."
"Uh-huh."
His smile said I'm happy but his eyes said something else. Maybe worry? Jealousy? Oh well. I took off the sweatshirt and put it in my locker. I'll give it back to him tomorrow.
We walked out of the school and he walked me to my bus stop.
"Well I'll cya tomorrow?"
"Yep."
He pulled me in for a kiss which I gladly accepted. I missed this.
"Bye."
I just smiled in response. And he walked off.
I looked around the school and saw Dalton staring straight at me with sadness clearly on his face. Once he saw I was looking at him he looked away. Well that was weird.
I took out my phone and saw I had no new notifications. So I put it back in my bag. Right then the bus came and I stepped onto a bus full of kids. Yikes.
After about a 30 minute bus ride talking to my girls about our first day I was finally home. My parents wouldn't be home for another 2 hours but right as I sat on the couch my sister walked in.
"Hey sweetheart how was your first day of high-school?"
Lets just say spencer is more of a mom to me then my actual mom is.
"Pretty horrible the first couple of periods. Guess who I have in my history class?"
"Oh no."
"Oh yes. The one and only Scott Lee."
My sister ran over and gave me a hug.
"Spencer your tits are kinda right in my face."
"Sorry babe. But why is he in a freshman class? He's my age?"
"Because he's too busy checking out the slutty freshman girls to actually pay attention."
We both kinda laughed at that.
"Want to watch a movie?"
"Sure. What do you want to watch?"
"How about.. Les Mis?"
"Sounds good."
I love spencer. She knows me so well. The rest of my night consisted of dinner. And sleeping. And that's how my first day of school went.