Reckless

Chapter One

"...sugar we're going down swinging! I'll be a number o-"

Before the song could finish, I opened my eyes with an annoyed glare, picking up my phone and hitting snooze. With one loud groan, I flung the blankets from my cold, naked legs.

I stood, walked over to my light switch, flicking it on as I walked toward the bathroom but before I even fully reached it, I saw it closed, meaning it was occupied. "Cj, hurry the fuck up!" I snapped, "Hurry the fuck up!" I heard him mock faintly from behind the door.

I breathed in, as I turned back around, my fists balling. I walked back to my bedroom, deciding I didn't have time for this.

Running around my room I grabbed a white pocketed T-shirt and some black skinny jeans, along with my black converse. As I stripped from my pajama shorts and baggy tank top, I slipped on my clothes for the day.

Grabbing my book bag and slipping it over my shoulder, I walked out, headed downstairs and entered the kitchen which consisted of three teen boys and one annoying and overly happy father who seemed to always greet me with a very cliche morning smile. "Goodmorning, sunshine." he greeted also.

"Please stop trying to be one of those perfect parents who greet their children in the morning." I said back, grabbing my coffee that one of Cj's friends regularly bought me to try and win over my heart.

"Maybe I just am one of those perfect parents who greet their children in the morning." he mocked, raising his, well needed unplucked eyebrows.

I chuckled faintly before taking a sip of my french vanilla ice coffee.

"We should get going," Wes, the one who bought the coffee for me insisted.

"Cj's still upstairs, running late." I told him, swirling my straw around to mix the sugar around that sat at the bottom.

"I'll drive you," Wesley said standing up without any hesitation, "I can't be late anyway."

Wesley had dark brown  hair, he only sometimes actually fixed up and dark brown eyes. His voice was raspy and he almost always had his hands in his pockets.

"It's the last day of High School, do you really think they'll care?" Liam asked, scoffing as if we were caring too much.

I didn't like him, for multiple reasons. One being that he thought he was better than everyone else.

He never said that but sometimes people don't have to.

I nodded quickly as I looked at Wesley. Before I left, I hugged my dad tightly before following Wesley to his car.  I opened the passenger seat, smelling a fragrance I was kind of disgusted by. To be honest, It kind of smelled like shitty underwear, pizza and ALOT of overused fabreeze and strawberry car freshener. As soon as I closed the door, I rolled down the window, leaning my head as close to the window as I possibly could.

"All good?" he asked after sighing in relaxation, as if he couldn't wait to get inside the car.

I nodded barely and the only think I could do in that time, was thank god that school was only 10 minutes away rather than longer.

After arriving to school, I got out. It was hard not to run.

Wes got out and we walked side by side and almost the whole time I could feel his eyes on me. I looked up, "Yes?" I asked him, trying not to crack a smile at how cheeky his was.

"You just look really good today, Dani." he admitted, his smile becoming extremely shy. I furrowed my eyebrows, biting my lip to hold back any blushing that I might have given off.

I walked to my locker, which only consisted of every possible text book, binder, pen and pencil there could almost ever be. I grabbed what I could and shoved it in my old, black bag, grabbing my two left over books and walked to homeroom.

Last days of school, aren't even important. You say goodbye to the people you feel you wont see in awhile and you wish you weren't going on to the next part in your life, whether that be moving up a grade or never coming back.

I never really had friends, I guess I never really cared to try for them. I only ever had one, Tee. Tee was short, giggly and had bright Pink hair. She always told me to never loosen up, curse more and take one more drink than the sip I had at the one party I've ever gone to in my life. 

I was cautious and almost always scared of the what if's.

Walking into homeroom, I took my seat. I never had friends, but, I did click with Wes and one more boy who hung out with my brother.

Adam Foster's is his name.

Adam always somehow understood me, never rushed me, knew why I did what I did and didn't try and point out my flaws or my quirks. He was almost as lame as I was. Unfortunately, he chose to skip the last day.

"Alright class, let's get attendance taken." Mr. Holiday said, taking a seat at his computer after the announcements had been said and bell had rung.