Bad Intentions

One

Leah

"Leah! What are you doing? Rebuilding Rome in there?" I heard the voice of my best friend yell from behind my closed bedroom door.

I rolled my eyes at her comment as I finished tying my dark hair into a ponytail and letting my eyes scan my appearance once more. You can never go wrong with jeans and a t-shirt. Grabbing my backpack, I opened my bedroom door only to be met face to face with an frustrated dark blonde.

Her arms crossed over her chest with her foot tapping away in aggravation.

"Aww, come on Kay." I said grabbing a hold of her arm soothing her anger. I pulled her down the steps. "It's just another day of school."

"Another day of school?" She asked stopping half down the steps causing me to turn around and look at her. "Leah, this is our first day of senior year. One hundred and eighty days from now we will we graduating and going to college. And then you'll forget all about me when you make new college friends and meet hot guys. I'll be left alone to rot for all eternity."

Everybody, this is my best friend since kindergarten, Kayla Greyson. And yes she is this dramatic, but that's one of the many things I love about her.

"Kay, stop being overdramatic." I told her walking down the rest of the steps leaving her behind and went straight into the kitchen. I heard her footsteps behind me.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw my mother pouring a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The holy grail. I love the smell of coffee, something about it is so soothing and homey. I snagged her cup off the counter and took a sip of the hot liquid. " Morning, mom." I greeted.

"Leah, I just made a whole pot of coffee here. You can pour your own cup." My mother scolded.

"But mom, your coffee is always the best." I told her sitting at the breakfast bar and tossing my backpack on the counter.

She just rolled her eyes and placed a plate of cinnamon toast in front of me. I could hear my stomach begging to be fed. Just as I was about to the grab the delicious slice of heaven, a hand reach forward and grabbed it off my plate.

"Good morning, Mrs. Tate." Kayla greeted with a mouth filled with my delicious toast.

"Morning, Kayla." My mother responded with a chuckle as I glare daggers into Kayla's head.

My mom placed another plate of toast in front of me. I automatically grabbed it and took a bite before Kayla could try and snag it again. "My stomach thanks you, mother."

She shook her head and took a sip of coffee from the second cup she poured. "Are you girls ready for your first day?"

"Yes!" Kayla exclaimed. "I have been waiting for senior year since kindergarten."

Her enthusiasm for school made it just a bit harder to eat. No one is ever that excited for school of all things. "It's just another school year." I added.

"It is not! This is the year we get to enjoy being seniors of the school." Kayla retorted. "I've been waiting years for this chance."

I shrug my shoulders. "If you say so." I took another sip of the glorious coffee and glanced down at my phone and almost choked. "Well, if we want to make it on time for senior year we need to leave now."

I stuffed the last piece of toast into my mouth Kayla dragged me out of the house. "Come on!" I barely manage to grab my backpack.

"I'm coming! Jeez woman, calm down." We both got into Kayla's gray Toyota Camry. She pulled out of my driveway in record time and sped off towards our high school.