Tenoa Amari Silas was just your average sophomore boy at school: thick rimmed glasses, dark chocolate skin, a mouth full of metal and an obsession with Marvel and otherwise "nerd" branded things.
That is until Daegan, a foreign exchange student from...
I hit snooze on my alarm clock, stretching my limbs before pulling my glasses onto my face so I could properly see. 7:12. I got out of bed and shuffling down the hall to the bathroom, knocking on Tenaya's door along the way.
"I'm up!", she yelled back through the door. Good, she's my ride to school so if she's not up then I'm gonna be late and I can't exactly walk the five miles to school.
After taking a shower and brushing my teeth I went back to my room to hear my alarm clock going off again.
7:36.
I quickly got dressed in a blue jean jacket, white Winter Soldier t-shirt, with some light wash jeans and worn out white converse.
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'Oh well, not like I'm trying to impress anybody.'
I grabbed my homework off my desk and went for my backpack when Tenaya burst into my room. "Come on, time to bounce dat ass, bounce dat ass, b- b- bounce dat ass!", she sang swinging the keys back and forth in the air.
I frowned at her far to early in the morning dramatics,"I- it would...wouldn't k- kill you t- to kn- knock", I pointed out, stuffing my work in my backpack.
"When Auntie is able to take you to school instead of me, I'll consider it, but for now; I do what the fuck I want.", she sassed back heading downstairs.
Auntie Monica must have went in for an early shift, because Tenaya wouldn't be cussing like this when she was here. Cussing was an absolute no no in her house.
Our Aunt Monica took us in after our folks died in a shooting when we were no older than three years old. She was only 25 years old when she got us, but she took us in and treated us like her own giving us everything she could.
"I said come on!"
I was pulled from my thoughts by Tenaya screaming from downstairs. I wasn't a fan of her megaphone mouth, but it's not like I'd ever tell her that.
I grabbed my backpack and bounced down the steps, grabbing a bottle of apple juice before heading out the door to where Tenaya was already starting up the car.
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"Get in loser! We're going to hell!", she mocked, turning on the radio to play Babysitter by DaBaby. I swear I wouldn't have to worry about this if it drove myself.
Call it a phobia or just my anxiety, but I hated driving. Just the idea of being behind the wheel and having to worry about not only yourself, but everyone else on the radio? It was a no for me; Tenaya could have that honor.
I got in the car and just as I put on my seatbelt, she was whipping out the driveway.
Endnotes hope y'all enjoyed the chapter. Yes we are gonna ignore the fact that she is 15 and can drive. Why? Because it's Wattpad and shit can get crazy. (Update! So apparently in MT you can get a license at 15. The more you know lol)
