I woke up about five minutes before my alarm clock started to shout its beep beeps. For one second I actually thought that the whole Blake-calling-at-two-in-the-morning deal had just been a dream. But I turned on my phone and sure thing, when I looked at my text messages everything was there.
Asshole!
That had better not become a freaking habit of his.
I needed my sleep. Do not mess with my sleep!
I shut down my alarm clock before it rang and then dragged my feet to Ty's room.
He was snoring lightly, lying on his stomach, holding his pillow in his hands, when I opened the door. I walked up to him, and gave a flick to his ear.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Ty shouted, surprised, raising his head.
"Time to wake up Sunshine," I said with an evil grin and then took the covers of his bed.
"I swear Lexi, do not pull the covers off of me! I will kill you," Ty threatened, letting himself fall back on his pillow.
"Drama Queen," I laughed and threw myself on the empty side of his double bed, settling in it.
"School sucks," Ty mumbled.
"I know," I answered him.
"Major cocks," he kept going.
"Alright, that was unnecessary," I trailed, closing my eyes.
"And it swallows," Ty snorted
"Okay, that was just too much info," I scowled a little.
"No messes in this house," he still added, laughing lightly.
"Just shut up Ty," I whined, and slapped his back.
"I'll shut up if you scratch my back," Ty mumbled.
"You tricky little prick," I snorted but still scratched his back, just like when we were younger and he would cry because Mom wasn't there, working or something, and I would come in his room and comfort him.
My sweet little brother...
"You know if we both ditch school we could cover for each other. I can do a pretty decent impersonation of Dad's voice. I'm sure we could come up with something. We both ate bad fish," Ty mumbled, while I scratched his back.
"That sounds oddly tempting, but we need to go to school Ty," I trailed.
"Why?" he snorted beside me.
"Because you need to go to school in order to learn."
"Bullshit! School is a waste of time," Ty groaned.
"Ty! You shouldn't complain about having the chance of getting an education," I told him, and kept scratching.
"I hate it when you play the poor-kids-in-a-third-world-country card," he whined.
"Well, I hate it when you complain like a two-year-old in their no phase," I answered playfully.
"Whatever," he mumbled and then I stopped scratching and turned on my side settling in the bed.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Keep scratching," Ty ordered me.
I rolled my eyes, but listened to him.
And then, I think at one point I stopped again, and we both fell back asleep because Dad was at the door, laughing.
"Time to wake up, Sleepy Heads. Chop, chop," he said, and Ty and I both groaned. "You got twenty-five minutes."
I cursed and ran downstairs. I cooked eggs, as usual, and poured myself coffee, before heading back to my room. I threw on the first clothes I found in my closet; boyfriend cut jeans and my green Please don't make me kill you shirt, and tied my hair into a ponytail.
"We're leaving," I screamed as I slipped into my shoes at the door, waiting for Ty to stop listening to TV.
He dragged himself, looking almost like a condemn going to the chair, to the door, scowling.
I ignored that, and walked to my car, keys in my hands.
"Care to tell me why you seem even less eager to go to school today," I asked Ty as we drove away.
"I just utterly hate school," Ty mumbled, playing with the radio stations.
"I know that, but it seems worse this morning."
"It's just... it's nothing. Forget about it," Ty answered and turned his head to the right, looking outside through the window
"Spill your beans brother," I ordered him.
"It's just... there's this girl in English class and she just doesn't take no for an answer. And the guys are all annoying me now, because they want me to go out with her," Ty said his voice annoyed.
"But didn't you go out with that Evy girl Friday night? Why should you go out with someone else?"
"Yeah, but that's just because she's trying to get Landon jealous because she likes him," Ty snorted, "Everyone knows that, except Landon of course."
"And you went out with her to make Vanessa jealous."
"Yeah, but there's no way in hell I'm telling anyone about that. It just doesn't feel right to talk about her with them," Ty whispered.
When he said that, I looked over at him and put my hand over his arm.
"Don't worry kid, everything will be fine. And I can personally beat up every one who annoys you," I told him half smiling. "And Alex will help too!"
"Thanks," Ty snorted.
When we finally reached school, I was happily surprise to see a car in the parking lot I hadn't seen the last two weeks; Daphnee's car.
Daphnee Harrison was my apple scruff die hard Beatle fan friend who shared my love for vinyl and kicked pretty much everyone's ass with her musical knowledge. She shared my love for books too, something Vanessa lacked. Vanessa read but never as fast and as much as me and Daphnee. Plus, Daphnee worked at the school library.
I had become friends with her because we were neighbors and drove to school in the same bus. We used to have those bus subjects were we'd bitch about everyone and everything, during the ride. But of course, now we both had our cars and didn't ride the bus. But we still bitched about stuff. And we had a blast.
She been gone on a vacation with her family to Morocco for two weeks, so that was why I hadn't seen her in a while.
I was glad to see she was back.
So, after I parked, I went looking for her.
The first bell rang before I could see her and seconds later the receptionist started to speak at the intercom, the dreadful intercom that no one wanted to be called on. "Noah York please report at the principal office. Noah York. And Tyler Grayson needs to come to the reception immediately to pick up his ovaries."
What the hell?
I stopped dead in my tracks.
What was that supposed to mean?
Was that Tyler's friend pulling a prank on him? The receptionist would never play along with them.
And then something hit me. Blake, Friday night, saying he'd need to find a way to get back at Tyler for ordering him around. Only him could pull off something like that.
Asshole!
That just screamed Blake.
God, he was an idiot. And how the hell did he manage to do things like that?
But before I could think about it more fully, I saw Daphnee at her locked, wearing her torn jeans and Beatle t-shirt, her almost-short blonde hair curling lightly on her shoulders, and then her eyes saw me, her grey-blue eyes.
Why was I surrounded by freaking hot blondes with blue eyes? That really hit my ego in the crutch.
Hey, my bitch," I yelled.
"No, you're my bitch," she yelled back and ran to me, squeezing me in her arms.
"How was Morocco?" I asked her smiling.
She was tanned, a nice glowing tan.
"Oh, it was simply yummy, the guys I mean," she smirked a little.
"Memorable moments?" I asked her mischievously.
"Oh, so many, my bitch, so many, but that's not the point right now," she told me, her voice getting all serious.
"What is?" I frowned.
"I just went to the library, to ask Miss Pumpurnipple that even if she had already made the schedules for the library if she needed my help some days, or if she needed me to replace someone sometimes you know, just let her know I was available, and you know what she told me?"
"Shoot!"
"She said I had come at the perfect time because as a matter-of-fact Lexi Grayson wasn't working anymore at the library and I could fill in her spot," she said her voice incredulous.
"What?" I shrieked.
What the hell?
"That's what I said. I said, but Lexi would never quit, and then she said I know I fired her,"
"How can you fire volunteers?" I hissed.
"That's what I said! And then she told me that it wasn't my business and all I needed to know was that your work was lacking professionalism and that she didn't want you anymore," Daphnee told me, her voice almost mad.
"Okay seriously, what the hell?"
God dammit! I loved working at the library. Why the hell would I be fired?
"You should go ask her," she said, as shocked as I was, obviously.
"Yeah, that's exactly what's I'm going to do. Thanks," I told her and then walked towards the library. "I'll catch up with you later," I said over my shoulders.
"Alright!"
I should have been going to my next class, but this was just ridiculous. Why the hell would that old crazy psycho fire me? Okay, I might have been late a few times, but please!
Okay a few times was an understatement, but still. A little warning could have been nice.
I walked fast to the library and then headed for her office.
"Hi Ma'am," I said, trying to sound polite.
Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe this was all a big misunderstanding.
"Hello Miss Grayson, how can I help you?" she asked me in a stern tone.
Oh I was sooo fired...
"I'd like to know why you fired me," I asked her, my anger slipping in my tone.
"You lacked professionalism with your work," she said, and then looked at the sheets on her desk, like that was enough of a reason.
"Is this because I'm late all the time, because seriously I won't ever again," I told her, almost pleading.
"Oh, if only it was that," she said, with something that sounded almost like a snort.
"Then why?" I asked her, my voice raising, making her look at me.
"A student graciously informed me that you had let two students have sexual intercourses in one of the seminars," she said, with a fake smile.
"What?" I mumbled
Oh my god...
That stupid Blake!
That was his fault?
"Wait, come on. I'm not the only one letting that pass," I told her, trying to defend myself. I knew no one stopped people from getting it on in the seminar, there was no point.
"Really? Can I have the names of the other young workers such as yourself that let such obscenities occur in the sacred ground of our educational institution?" she said, her eyes narrowing, her voice harsh.
Damn it! If I answered this, I'd be just a snitch.
"This is totally unfair. I love this job," I exclaimed, raising my arms in the air and then letting them fall back on my sides.
"Ah, but some people would gladly take your spot and won't let such things slip their notion," she said and then her gaze fell down on her paper work. "That will be all Miss Grayson," she said in a voice leaving no space for reply.
I scowled at her, but it was really useless now, so I just turned around and stormed out, angry tears building in my eyes.
What the hell?
I loved that job. Why did I have to pay for Blake idiocy? And who the hell had complained?
Him again?
Had he decided to infuriate both Grayson in one day?
God, I couldn't even believe I had actually enjoyed his company yesterday, couldn't believe I had almost fucking kissed him.
He was an ass. And utter ass! That was all he was.
God, I wanted to freaking strangle him right now.
Contract or no contract, I wasn't helping that douche anymore. He could forget about it. Shove his vinyl up his ass and just leave me alone. Just let things go back to the way they were before.
I walked in the now empty halls, the second bell had already rang, scowling, and headed for my History class.
"You're late Miss Grayson," the teacher said, the second I walked in.
"I had things to deal at the library. It won't happen again," I answered her.
"Alright, just don't interrupt my class again. So, as I was saying..."
Well at least I was lucky, this teacher was nice.
I looked around, trying to find and empty spot and scowled even more when I saw that the only one was in front of Blake.
Oh joy!
But I wouldn't so much as talk to him.
I walked to the empty seat, not even looking at him, and then sat and stared straight in front.
Blake tapped my shoulder, but I ignored it.
Pompous prick.
"Hey? What's up?" he whispered, his voice close to my ear.
"Don't talk to me," I hissed, leaning my head in front and away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his desk making a screeching sound, like he was pushing it closer to me.
He needed to ask? He had just gotten me fired from a volunteered job and he wanted to know what was wrong?
Annoying prick.
"I said, don't talk to me," I hissed again, still not looking at him.
"What's going on Lexi?" Blake kept pressing, and his voice sounded worried.
And I didn't want to hear it anymore.
"Miss, I'm sorry but Blake keeps speaking to me and it's really distracting," I said loudly, while raising my hand.
Her eyes narrowed, but then she said, "Blake, would you care to change seats?"
"You know what, it's fine, I'm not going to bother Miss Grayson again," Blake said behind, and his voice sounded mad now.
Well good!
That made the two of us!
Asshole.
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Hello my lil Pumpkins! I hope you had a nice week!
DAPHNEE IS HERE! Yay! This was the first chapter where she was introduced. Clearly I was taking too much time setting up everything when majors characters get introduced like 27 chapters into the story. In a normal book... well, the story is almost over at chapter 27. XD
In the spirit of celebrating that, my friend who's the inspiration behind Daphnee will make a special appearance during a live on instagram. It might happen with the live reading. I'll get back to you guys with the time for that.
Otherwise, the live reading of this chapter will be on Sunday April 18th, at 11AM EST as usual on my instagram at instagram.com/kaygiard.
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