"THIS GIRL IS ON FIRE!!!" Shouted my irritatingly accurate alarm clock. Without a fail, every morning at 5:20 am it woke me up. I should have gotten rid of it, but I was attached to it. If you got a pink alarm clock with Cinderella in her blue ball gown sitting on it when you were five, you would be emotionally attached too! Just sayin.
I groggily sat up in bed, flipping the off switch. Then I rubbed the eye-boogers away. I slept with my contacts in... Oops. I wasn't technically supposed to, but if you put drops in before you go to bed, and after you wake up, your fine. I flipped off the comfort of my blankets and strode over to my outfit for the second day. Despite common belief, I actually tried to look nice all the time, and not just on the first day of school.
The night before I had set out white jeans, and a navy blue BYU t-shirt. (BYU is a collage if you didn't know) I then clipped my necklace on. It was my favorite. Imagine a silvery-gold chain, and the charm on it was a picture of the Salt Lake City Utah temple. Then I strode over to the jack-and-Jill bathroom I shared with Nick and pounded my fist against the door so he would hurry up and get out.
Rushing down the stairs I made myself a protein shake, with all vegetables substituted for chocolate and fruits with ice-cream. It is my favorite breakfast.
"Good morning Kalyn!" Greeted my mom, coming down the stairs. She was geared in black Capri leggings, and a purple work out shirt. As she made her way to the tv in the living room I rubbed my eyes and grinned at her.
"Morning mom!"
"How did you sleep?" She asked me, popping her Jillian CD into the Player.
"Good"
"How come your hair and make up isn't done?" My mom interrogated while squatting.
"Because Nick decided that he needs 3 showers in 24 hours." I retorted.
"Go and tell him I need to talk with him. " she sighed, while doing jumping jacks.
"Thanks" I said. I got up from my seat and ran up the stairs, pausing to catch my breath at the top. What? Can't a girl be tired after running up stairs? Then I walked to the bathroom and pounded on the door, hard, and not stopping til the princess decided to yell at me to stop.
"MOM WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!" I shouted and then proceeded to smack the door.
"ALRIGHT!" Nick roared opening up the door. He shoved passed me on the way out, making sure that he knocked my shoulder. I walked inside and began to cough. The steamy room caught me off guard, but that's not all. The oder of axe was obvious and potent in the fog. Ugh. I wish axe would put a serving size amount thing on the container! It reeks!
I closed the door and locked it, before going over to the toilet. And peeing and pooping. Let's be real for a minute, we all do it. I poop, you poop, we all poop. Unless we have a disorder where we can't.
After flushing, I brushed through my hair, and brushed my teeth, while I waited for the straightener to heat up. After getting the beach waves, I proceeded to pull out make up, just getting my usual look. I plucked a few irritating hairs, and then decided that I was all set.
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"I thought you said I wouldn't have to pick up Cameron?!" I shrieked as we pulled into the familiar lot. Ugh, sometimes brothers are so ignorant of well, everything. Especially twins.
"And your not, I am" Nick smirked, before climbing out and retrieving Cameron. When both boys were in the car, and we were on the road again, I turned to Nick.
"I am still mad at you" I stated folding my arms across my chest.
"For what, am I missing something?" Piped up Cameron. He had been unusually quiet the whole ride, up until now.
"I told her she didn't have to pick you up, and I did. So she thinks I tricked her." Nick said calmly pulling into the parking lot.
"I'm offended you did t want to pick me up, everyone wants some of this!" He said gesturing all over himself. Yeah right, everyone but me.
"Get over yourself" I huffed climbing out and walking towards the building, swinging my bag onto my shoulder.
"Here let me help you." Said a voice behind me, taking my bag.
"Thanks, it's really nice of you" I said, turning to see who it was. Bad decision.
"Baby, wanna hook up sometime?" Asked Brody O' Neil, the Quarterback of the school. And noted man whore.
"Nope. I don't 'hook up' " I stated attempting to grab my bag back from him. But to my dismay, he held it out of reach. Then he smacked my butt, and smirked when I slapped him.
"Get away!" I yelped as he came closer. While I was trying to get my bag, he had backed me against a wall, and was leaning in.
"HE-" I shrieked, well started to, until someone slapped me. I froze, no. He. Didn't.
"RAPE! UNWANTED SEXUAL CONTACT! SEXUAL ATTENTION WITHOUT FORMAL CONSENT!" I began to shout at the top of my lungs, I knew if no one came, I wouldn't be to class, and I would be in pain.
"GET OFF OF HER!" My hero yelled, yanking Brody off of me, and pulling me behind them.
"Cameron?" I asked quietly, hanging onto his arm. I needed to feel safe. And he was making me feel that way.
"Why should I listen to you hood? Your not her boyfriend!" Exclaimed Brody irritatedly.
"Um..."
"You two? Your dating?" Asked Brody, taking our I response the wrong way. I didn't know how to respond, but that was ok. Because Cameron seemed to have an idea.
"Why would we talk to you about it? Even if we were, which we aren't, we wouldn't dare tell you of all people first." Said Cameron. Brody turned on his heel and stormed off, clearly frustrated. Cameron started to walk away, and I didn't know what to do to thank him. So I did the obvious. I hugged him. I held on tightly as I let a few tears slide down my face. If he hadn't had shown up, I don't know where I would be. I was terrified of the possibilities. None of them good. To my surprise, he hugged me back. Wrapping his tan, muscular arms around my shaking, sad little person. He murmured comforting words in my ear to calm me down. After a while, I slowly disentangled myself from him, because I knew that if I didn't stop, I would hate it when he did.
"Thank you" I whispered. Then I reached up and pecked Cameron on the cheek. I slowly walked away and smiled to myself. It mig not have been for the right reasons, but Cameron Hood hugged me, and didn't cry when I kissed him.
The rest of the day was a struggle for me. I don't usually hate the second day of school but trust me, I was hating it this year. It just dragged on. The only bright side was lunch. And the fact that I had almost all of my classes with Cameron. That defiantly helped.
As I made my way into last period my phoned vibrated in my pocket, interrupting Cameron and I's casual banter. I ignored it. All flipping day Brody had been asking for forgiveness. But I wasn't ready for that yet. I have a personal rule, where I can't forgive someone or say I have forgiven them, until it is sincere and, I am not at that point yet. I don't know when I will be, but definitely not soon.
"We should hurry" said Cameron as the pear ing bell sounded. I laughed and pinched his shoulder lightly.
"Since when do you cars about being on time?" I snorted.
"I don't" he said. Then seeing my confused face, he sighed and elaborated. "Don't want your perfect little record tarnished do we?" HA! He thinks I have a perfect attendance record? Nope. Definitely not. I am typically late, and I have a... Problem to where in the mornings I typically get nauseous.
"As if. But let's not start rumors. Come on" I giggled and dragged him into science. It's my favorite class. Yes, I love to read and write, but that's not Language arts. So science has become my favorite.
It is because of how it works. In science, you can see for yourself, and really know, that you got the right answer, that you are right. You can figure things out for yourself. My favorite part is, it's ok to be wrong. So many great scientists have been wrong before, but you accept it because they had to have had reason. Unlike math, where you are just old, this is always this. No matter what. You don't actually know. And in math, you make a mistake it can change your entire future.
The bell rang as Cameron and I sat down. At opposite ends of the room.
The teacher didn't come in for the first 30 minutes, and I sat patiently waiting.
"You know, we can leave? The teacher has been gone for over 15 minutes, so we are legally allowed to go" said Cameron's voice in my ear.
"Alright, but let's just go home, it's last bell anyways" I told him standing up. Before I could do anything else, Cameron grabbed my stuff and sprinted out of the room. I chased hi down the fairly empty hallways, trying to stay quiet, as to not disturb other peoples education.
When I got outside, huffing and puffing, while laughing my head off, I saw Cameron rooted to the spot. I walked up to him, still laughing, and followed his pained gaze, to a couple kissing each other sweetly. Turning back to look at him, he was still staring.
"Cameron?" I asked him, waving my hand in front of his face. He didn't move. I just patted his back trying to calm him down. That did work, because his muscles were still taught. Not quite sure what I should do, I gently led him to my car, and situated him in the passenger seat. Then I climbed in the drivers seat, and awkwardly rubbed his back, in my best attempt at comforting him. I was never good at it. After what seemed like forever, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I knew that if I wanted Cameron to talk again, it would take Nick's help. So I put on my big girl pants, and walked inside. Only after instructing Cameron not to interact with anyone other than Nick and I.
(I am going to post part two tomorrow, but it keeps deleting it. So it might actually take longer. I need sleep though, it's like 10:00 and I am dying. Isn't that sad?
~JCM