" VANESSAAA!!"
I woke up to the sound of my dad screaming my name. It's only 6:00 in the morning of course.
"YES?" I yelled.
No reply. I called out again, still no answer. Ugh, now I have to get up. Is it so hard to just tell me what you want?
I got up, put on my shorts, and went downstairs. As I made my way into the kitchen, I was greeted with hard smack on the back of my head, which hurt really bad. I winced and turned around, facing my dad. Angry is not his look.
" Didn't I tell you last night to do the dishes?! Look at this!!" he pointed at the sink, full of dirty dishes currently, most of them used by him.
" I'm sorry, I forgot about it when I came home for work and I was really tired."
He smacked me again. I swear he has rock hands or something.
" No excuses! You better have them all done before you go to school.", he said walking away, grabbing his keys, and leaving off to work.
He didn't need to warn me, the look on his face told me what would happen if I didn't.
I started to clean the house, of course dishes first, and then proceed to get ready for school. My room is always neat, so there was no need for cleaning. I settled on a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt, and a sweater to cover my arms. I put on my converses and left the house, locking the door. Another day of fake happiness. Yay.
I walked to one of my best friends, Shane, house and knocked on the door. I hear the door unlocking and it opens. Ladies and Gentleman, the great Shane. Almost 7:30 and he is just getting up.
" You idiot, go put a shirt on and get ready for school! You're going to make us both late!" I said pushing him out the doorway and closing the door.
" Are you not enjoying the sight of my sexiness, Vanessa?" he said, referring. to his abs and the flexing of his muscles. He disgusts me even if he doesn't look it. I put a fake smile on and walked slowly towards him.
" Shane. If you do not. Get your ass. In your room. I am going to kill you."
By now he was against the wall, smiling, but terrified.
" Yes ma'am." he said running to his room, while I looked through his fridge and got an apple. Honestly I wonder why I even call him my best friend, including Callie. Aren't you supposed to like, tell your best friends everything? Sure they know my two favorite colors, my birthday, very few things from the past. They don't really understand me though. If I had felt like they did then they would know my deepest secrets and my fears. Right now they just think I am a fearless, happy girl.
" Okay let's go, sweet cakes." he said patting my back, waiting for me to leave.
" Don't call me that."
" You got it, sweet cakes."
We walked to his car and immediately, I turned the radio on to a station I like before he connects his phone.
" You listen to weird music." he said shaking his head. As if.
We made it to school and went separate ways. On my way to my locker, some asshole just had to run into me, obviously not paying any attention to where he was going. Trying to dodge him was useless. I'm so short, sigh.
I picked up my things as he helps me and hands them back, cursing at himself. I snatch them away, looking at him furiously.
" Hey, how about you watch where you're going next time!" I yelled at him, even more angry because the bell had rang.
" I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to-"
He cut his sentence short, looking at me. Did I turn into an alien, or is he just an idiot? He has the prettiest eyes ever though. He must be new.
" Helloooo!!! You just made me left for class!" I said snapping my fingers in his face.
" Yeah, sorry about that too, but um, do you know where Mrs.Shires room is?"
Oh great. My class.
" Follow me." I said glaring at him and walking off in a fast pace. He followed behind me.
" My name is Mason." Mason said smiling at me, revealing perfect white teeth. I kept walking.
He frowned, " What's your name?"
" Vanessa."
" Nice to meet you. Do you think you could show me around the school? I'm new here."
" No and I don't care."
I opened the classroom door, facing a lot of eyes. I only came in late, geez.
" Ms. Lodge your late. This is your second time. Detention. Who is this?"
" I'm Mason Cane, Mrs.Shires, and also the cause of her being late."
" Sit."
I huffed and walked to the back of the classroom. And I think it's just soooo funny how there is only two seats left, side by side. Life loves me so much.
I sat next to Mason, who is currently smiling at me as if he's expecting something. " What?"
" I think I deserve and apology and a thank you, please."
" An apology? Too much. Thank you for getting me into detention though. Not."
" Sarcasm suits you. I do deserve an apology for your rudeness. And I thought I just got you out of detention?"
" Excuse me? My rudeness? You made me late for class and i'm pretty sure I lost the homework for next class. I never heard her say she was letting me off detention either!"
" It was a fucking accident! I didn't mean to run into this cranky monster!" he said, angry, I believe. It's kinda funny, but that's not the point. He called me a cranky monster.
" I am not a cranky monster, you-"
" Ms. Lodge you're back on detention!" Mrs. Shires yelled at me, glaring. I tried to find the words to protest, but nothing came out, so I just groaned and sat back. I swear Mason is a-
" I told you I got you off detention." he smirked. I'll smack that smirk off his face if he doesn't shut up. " Is she always this bitchy?" he said a little to loudly. I smiled at him, while the teacher turned slowly. Her face was so red, she looked like a tomato.
" VANESSA! OUT! OTHER BOY! OUUT!"
I think it's right to say the whole class was shocked. She has NEVER yelled before. No one has even tried to push her there.
" But I didn't do anything!" I said angry. I was quiet!
" OUT! OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!!!!!"
Mason and I quickly rushed out the room. She slammed the door behind us. After a few minutes Mason spoke.
" What now?"
I turned to him and slapped him hard across the face. That's gonna leave a handprint, good job Vanessa. I just walked away.
'Cause honestly, this never happened to me before, so I don't know what to do now. I just know I hate him.
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