Road Trip (H.S.)

Chapter 1

Felicity 

The vibrations of my cell phone buzz on top of the wooden table, causing it to make an obnoxiously loud noise. All the people sitting around me stare in my direction, sending me the dirtiest of looks. I completely understand why they would do so. To be fair, we are sitting in a quiet library while my phone is disrupting the peace with its constant buzzing. I, too, would be annoyed if it were someone else. 

Grabbing my phone, I slide my thumb across the screen and lower my voice into a whisper. At this point, I can only hope and pray that someone doesn't decide to walk over and smack me for talking on the phone in the library.

"Erm, hello?"

"Felicity! Oh my god, where have you been? You totally disappeared after breakfast this morning," my best friend and roommate, Sierra, questions.

"I'm in the library right now, so I really shouldn't be talking on the phone."

"Who cares? Why are you in the library anyway? I don't even know where that is. Where is it?" Her voice is loud and peppy, matching her personality, which I have come to accept. 

"Sierra, it's finals week. My last final is tonight at seven, so I need to study as much as I can. I have to pass this test," a loud sigh escapes my lips and I quickly cover my mouth in embarrassment. "And how do you not know where the school library is? We've been in school for a year and a half."

"Because people like me, that spend more time partying than going to class, don't ever go to the library." The image of her shaking her head at me is clear in my mind. "Girl, you are always studying! Every minute of every hour there is a textbook in your hands. Don't you get tired of it?" 

I roll my eyes at her as I'm pretty sure she's doing to same to me. The difference in our priorities has always been at the top of the list of reasons we have so many disagreements. Obviously, I put my academics first, and she is only ever concerned about the hottest parties and clubs. 

Sierra and I are polar opposites, both in physical characteristics and personality traits. She has gorgeous blonde hair, while mine is a lifeless shade of brown. Where her eyes are a vibrant and mesmerizing blue, mine are an uninteresting forest green. Sierra is a bronzed goddess despite the fiercely cold New York weather, and I'm more of a pasty white that could blend in with the snow. 

While she would rather go out to a party and meet new people, I prefer staying in our dorm room and watching movies. There have been the handful of times that I've gone out to a bar with her, but it has always been too much for me to handle. I'm not a big drinker like she is, nor am I too fond of going out with a fake I.D. I don't even know why I bought one because I rarely use it. I prefer to be in control of things, including my awareness, and alcohol does not help with that.

I admit that I can be a little bit of a control freak and an avid planner. I like a schedule and having things planned out. There's something about organizing my day that I find enjoyable. Sierra, on the other hand, is more of a free spirit and lover of spontaneity. Quite honestly, I don't know how we became friends in the first place. Most of the time, I really can't deal with her craziness, and I know for a fact that she can't put up with my habit to want to plan everything.

After ten years of being friends, somehow we make it work. I think at this point we just put up with our differences and personality clashes. Sometimes I give in to what she wants, and other times she will do something for me. I guess we have a system of sorts that keeps our friendship off the rocks.

"I need to get all A's in my classes. My parents will kill me if I don't," I say with frustration as I flip the page of my textbook. I'm not entirely sure if my parents would kill me for bringing home anything less than an A, but it sounds about right. I've never come home with anything other than an A, so they must be used to my perfect grades. I think a B would shock them.