Damn Monday, straight to the fiery pits of hell.
That's a mantra I've always believed in, even before today. But today, on this particular Monday, I can't think of any better words to describe how I'm feeling.
Why, you ask?
Let's start at the beginning...
My phones ringtone was blasting incessantly at full volume, forcing me to unhappily roll over in my bed to grab it.
"Hello?" I mumbled groggily, squinting my eyes from the blinding light coming through my curtains.
"Oh my god, you better not still be in bed right now." My best friend's voice came through the speaker painfully loud.
My eyes snapped open in horror as I looked over at my digital alarm clock. It was 7:42 AM, Monday morning, and school started at 8:00.
"Audrey?" Lauren's voice got louder. "I'm parked in your driveway right now and I swear to god, if you're not out here in five minutes, I'm leaving."
"Okay, okay I'm going!" I yelled, forcing myself to fully wake up as I tossed my phone aside. I shot up and ran to my closet, now completely in panic mode.
I quickly yanked off my tank top and fuzzy pajama pants, scanning my measly selection of clothes for something to wear.
I decided on a long sleeved purple shirt and blue jeans, barely having my zipper pulled up before I dashed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I silently thanked the universe I had decided to shower the night before. After putting on deodorant and pulling up my golden-blonde hair into a messy bun, I grabbed my school bag and ran down the stairs.
I pulled on ankle boots over my jeans and slid on my black jacket, figuring my mom would understand why I didn't say goodbye as I ran out the door.
The harsh December air was biting at my face as I ran across my frost covered driveway, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I slid into Lauren's car where the heater was blasting.
As soon as the passenger door was shut we took off, speeding through the streets where thankfully there was little traffic.
Lauren looked over at me, a smile hinting on her lips. "You're lucky. One more minute and I was about to be gone."
I laughed apologetically. I knew she would never really leave me but I still felt bad. She had moved here almost a year ago, and we had been close friends ever since.
It was 7:57 when we pulled into our schools parking lot and got out of car. Hurrying towards the front entrance, Lauren looked up at me with a mocking glare. "Because of you, I get no time to hang out with Tyler before class!"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you'll manage." They started dating around 8 months ago, and their honeymoon phase never seemed to end. Every morning I had to run away from Lauren and find my other friends, or else I'd be forced to witness their make out sessions.
Clearing my mind of those thoughts, I waved goodbye to Lauren before walking into my AP Psychology class without a second to spare.
Luckily, the day was going by really fast, and it was already the last period of the day: US Government. I slumped down in my desk, closing my eyes because we still had five minutes until class officially begun.
My few seconds of peace were interrupted by obnoxious laughing. I opened my eyes and looked up to see the laugh belonged to none other than Trent Blake. He was the devil disguised as a teenage boy, and also happened to be Lauren's twin brother.
I rolled my eyes as he entered and a group of guys trailed in after him. This was nothing new; he was loud, full of himself, and distracted the teacher for at least half the class every day.
I thought Trent was an okay guy at first, but when Lauren started dating Tyler, the role of the school "player" was unofficially passed over to him. As he got more and more girlfriends and treated them like trash, I started to think of him less as Lauren's brother and more as a cocky asshole.
All the fake girls in this school--who used to throw themselves at Tyler--now throw themselves at Trent. Even I could admit he was unbelievably attractive, but his looks were ruined for me by the way he treated girls.
The chatter grew slightly louder when he came in, and out of the corner of my eye I saw multiple girls perk up and subtly start twirling their hair.
"Alright, alright. Settle down, everyone, it's time to go over your final project of the semester," Our teacher, Mr. Moss, said in a monotone voice, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention.
The entire class groaned loudly at this, including me. The past few weeks in this class had been suspiciously easy, so I should've known he would throw something like this at us.
"You have one month to complete the project, and I expect you to utilize the extra time during winter break and get it done."
People groaned even more at this, and he pursed his lips. "You're almost halfway through your senior year in high school. Stop acting like eighth graders and get a better work ethic."
I fought to keep from rolling my eyes, and he went on to explain that we had to create a poster board describing the three branches of the government, and a homemade video summarizing it, using real life examples.
I found it funny how he had just told us not to act like eighth graders, yet gave us a project that a middle schooler could do in their sleep. I yawned, already planning on when I was going to do it.
Then he said those words I always hate. "Now, I know you'd rather pick your own, but I will be assigning your partners."
I looked around in alarm as he started listing off pairs of names, and I couldn't help but mentally go through a list of everybody in this class.
A good ten people were airhead girls who would be no help at all; another five were stoners who would have no idea what was going on, but there was always Amy Richards.
I looked over at where she was sitting in the back of the room. Sure, she had terrible hygiene, made obvious by the fact that her breath always reeked, but the girl really nice...not to mention a genius. I decided that's who I wanted to be paired with.
My dreams were instantly crushed when, two seconds later, she was paired with another girl.
I narrowed my eyes when he had called almost every one in the class except me and three other people.
My heart started racing when I realized all that were left were me, two blonde girls, and Trent Blake.
No. No no no. Oh god, I would take an annoying girl over Trent Blake any day. Please, please oh dear god- "Audrey Ross and Trent Blake."
I turned away from Mr. Moss to look where Trent was sitting. It was easy to lose my train of thought looking at him. His golden-brown hair was tousled in a messy way that framed his face, and his chocolate colored eyes shined as he looked around with a large grin, emphasizing his jawline.
Then, the idiot had the audacity to look around stupidly and say, "Who's Audrey?"
I snapped back into reality and glared at him furiously. My cheeks burned as multiple people pointed at me.
His eyes met mine, lighting up in recognition, and his lips quickly tilted up into a smirk. "Oh, this is gonna be great."
If you're here and you're a fan of Changing Mr. Popular (my other story), then I really hope you give this spin-off story a chance!
Anyway, here's the first chapter. I know it's kind of short but don't worry, it's going to get longer! I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, vote and comment what you think!
BTW..This story can totally be read as a stand-alone :)
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"You okay there, partner?" he chuckled. Our bodies were centimeters away from touching so I took a step back. A fatal mistake, which caused my back to hit the wall, trapping me in front of him. He smiled. ____________________________________________...