Why You Shouldn't Lend A Bad Boy Your Clothes

Chapter 2

The light of a thousand suns blinded my eyes the next morning... Never mind, it was just the screen of my mobile as I turned the alarm off.

With a tired groan I looked at the time and groaned again when I saw that it was already half past seven. Seemed like I had accidentally hit snooze twice. Oops.

I suppressed the urge to just crawl back under the covers and miss the first day of school after the holidays when I remembered that I had promised Nate to pick him up on my way to school.

As much as I would've loved to skip a few classes, I couldn't leave my best friend hanging like that. So I rolled myself out of bed, quickly put on some clothes that were scattered across my room and slipped into my white vans.

Then I styled my hair and took a quick glance at the mirror. I thought of myself as pretty average looking: light brown, curly hair, blue eyes that sometimes tended to look green-ish, a light splatter of freckles that summer had left on my nose.

With a halfway satisfied smile at myself in the mirror I brushed my teeth and headed downstairs to the kitchen. My parents had already left for work and had taken my little sister Maya to the kindergarten, so there was no one there to scold me for eating a chocolate pudding for breakfast and putting three spoons of sugar in my coffee. After I had poured the coffee into my thermos cup, I swung my backpack and the duffel bag with sports clothes over my shoulder and left the house.

My car was parked at the curb right outside the door. It wasn't one of the expensive rides that some of these rich kids at my school had, but as long as it moved, I was cool with my little Peugeot 206. It was my mom's old car and for some reason she had bought it in this horrible green color, which was why I lovingly called it Froggy.

Ten minutes later I pulled up in front of Nate's house where I honked twice, sipping from my coffee. Mere seconds later Nate stumbled out, wearing one of his obligatory band t-shirts. He hadn't even laced his shoes yet, which was why he nearly fell a few times before he, cussing colorful words, opened the door and collapsed on the passenger seat, breathing heavily.

"Morning, dumbass," he greeted me, friendly as per usual, and bent down to lace his shoes.

I started the car but braked immediately afterwards, to make Froggy hop forward just a little, causing Nate to hit his head on the dashboard.

"And a good morning to you too, jerk," I said and smiled sweetly at him.

"Ouch, fuck you! I came out to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now."

I just rolled my eyes at his remark and started the car again, speeding down the streets because there were only five minutes left until class would start. When we stopped at a red light, I drank my coffee, feeling Nate's judging gaze on me.

"Dude, your caffeine addiction is going completely out of control," he said and took the cup out of my hand to drink a sip. "And how much sugar did you put in this? This is way too sweet."

"Nate, what the hell!" I complained when he handed it back to me and I realized he had finished the entire cup.

"I'm just trying to help you with your unhealthy addiction!" he exclaimed. "Don't worry, Coffee addicts anonymous is here for you."

"Remind me why I'm giving you a lift to school again?" I asked while we stopped in front of the building.

"Because you love me," Nate replied with a cheeky grin and got out of the car.

I followed suit. "Sorry, babe," I told him as I spotted Emily on the parking lot, "I'm afraid I'm already taken."

With that I ditched him and walked towards Emily, who was chatting with some friends next to her car.