Teenagers // 5sos

01 - join the club

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Jade's POV

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"Jade?! For the last time, breakfast is ready! You're going to be late for your first day of school!" Mom bellowed from downstairs, nearly shaking the entire house.

I mumbled curse words, continuing to loudly blow dry my hair.

She was definitely going to kill me for this. Maybe even more.

I dyed my hair.

Well, it wasn't so much of an exotic color, so hopefully she didn't freak out so much.

It was just red. And since my hair was already dark, the color wasn't as vibrant to drive my parents to the point of insanity.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair with a satisfied smile on my face.

I've had dark brown hair all my life, and seriously I really needed this.

I fix my baseball tee, running a hand over it before quickly grabbing my navy blue Olympics jacket from the hook.

Well, it was dad's from when he was younger, but I liked baggy clothing. Plus, the jacket was perfect, although mostly comfy.

"Hey, guys.'' I walked into the kitchen where mom and dad were running around, hurriedly fulfilling their needs while sipping coffee from the mugs in their hands.

Dad nearly dropped his at the sight of my hair, my mom gawking.

My conscience mockingly laughed.

"Jade Amethyst Hamilton, what in the world--"

"Yeah, my hair. Well, we'll talk about it after school, I'm late aren't I?" I rose my eyebrows, smiling innocently as I took a sip from mom's coffee.

"When did you start drinking coffee? You're only--"

"Seventeen. I know, dad.'' I laughed casually, kissing both their cheeks before grabbing my black backpack next to the door.

"Jade wait! We're not done talking about that hair!"

"Later, mom!" I sing songed, quickly rushing out and running off the lawn.

"Jesus Christ." I mumbled, quickly stooping my head low at the sight of Sydney Lockhart a fair distance away.

"Jade! Hey! Are you walking to the bus stop? We could walk together?" She offered, smiling widely with her bleached-white pearly, straight teeth, and her signature grey pencil skirt.

She loved wearing collared shirts, and today she wore an orange one.

I've been her best friend ever since elementary school. I'd like to think I knew almost everything about the girl.

There was nothing wrong about colored shirts, let alone the collared ones, me being the hypocrite because I used to dress like her, just like last year.