I felt something on my nose. Like something was crawling on it. Whatever it was, it was ruining my sleep. I brought my hand up to my nose to swipe whatever it was that was on my nose.
I felt something like foam splatter all over my face. What the hell? I hear laughter, causing me to open my eyes. My brother is standing over me, laughing, with a feather and a can of shaving cream in his hands.
"You fall for it every time. Either you're really stupid or I'm just that good." Matt says.
I sit up in bed and groan. What does a girl have to do around here to get some sleep. "Why are you in my room? Why are you even still here. Shouldn't you be headed back to college?" I ask.
I run a hand through my hair. I forgot that I have some of the shaving cream still in my hand, so I end up with shaving cream in my hair. Great.
"I'm leaving this afternoon. When you get home from school. That should answer your second question. As for the first, mom and dad told me to come wake you up for school. It's the first day, little sis." He says, ruffling my hair.
"You couldn't have tapped me on the shoulder or lightly nudged me?" I ask, swinging my legs out of bed.
"Nope. What kind of brother would I be if I did that?" He smirks.
"A nice one." I mutter.
"Aw, cheer up. It's your first day of senior year. You should be happy." He smiles, remembering his first day of senior year.
Unlike my brother, I'm not that cool or popular. When he was in school, everyone knew him and loved him. Some people couldn't even believe we were related. I could see why he was excited about senior year, but as for me, I couldn't be excited.
I'm a nobody. The school nerd. I only have two friends. Which I don't mind because they're pretty awesome, but senior year was nothing for me to be excited about. It would be just like my freshman, sophomore, and junior year.
"Why should I be? It's not like when I get there I'm going to be greeted with a ton of heys and what's up. I'm not popular or cool, remember?" I try to walk pass him, but he grabs my arm.
"Sit." He points towards my bed and I sit down.
"You choose to not be popular or cool. Play sports. You're one of the most athletic girls I know and you sit around reading books and doing homework. A waste of talent." He says and I roll my eyes.
"People would make fun of me if they saw me trying out for a sport. Imagine that. The school nerd trying out for softball or soccer." I say sarcastically.
"I have two words of advice for you. Fuck them. Do you think I worried about what people thought of me? Abby, this is your senior year. Do what you want because you want to and stop thinking about what people will say." He says.
I smile and bump his shoulder with mine. "Who knew my brother was smart and not just good at sports." I tease.
"Whatever. Get ready for school. That cute friend of yours is coming to pick you up." He smiles.
I know he is talking about my friend Alyssa, but I also have another friend, who is a guy, named Jake. I decide to go ahead and tease him.
"Are you calling Jake cute?" I ask with a smirk. His face lights up before he puts back on his cool demeanor.
"Oh, please. You know I was talking about Alyssa." He crosses his arms over his chest.
I shrug, "Just asking. Sometimes I question your sexuality."
He laughs, "Just ask the college girls at my school. They'll tell you I'm not gay."
I cover my ears. "Get out!" I yell.
He laughs before leaving and closing the door behind him. I grab a towel and go into my bathroom. I have shaving cream in my hair now so I have to take a shower.
After taking a shower, I wrap a towel around my body and walke out of my bathroom. On my bed is an outfit laid out for me. It is a cute outfit, but it isn't really me. There's a card next to the outfit and I pick it up, reading it.
I thought this would look really good on you. It's your first day of senior year. Might as well dress and impress. âLove mom.
I throw the card across my room. My mother has been trying to get me to dress like a girly girl every since middle school. When my brother was born, she was disappointed that she didn't have a girl while my dad was jumping for joy. When she got pregnant again and had a girl, she became excited because she thought we would spend endless hours shopping for dresses, skirts, shorts, and heels.
Uh, not. She said it was like having another boy all over again. I don't know if I should be offended by that or not. I look at the outfit again. I'll wear the shorts, but not the top and heels.
I go over to my dresser draw and picked out a bra and panties. I put that on before going over to my closet and grabbing a rolling stones shirt and my red vans.
I put on the outfit and look at myself in the mirror. Not bad. I blow dry my hair because I know Alyssa will kill me if I come to school looking like a wet dog. After it drys, I run a brush threw it and flatten it a little bit.
I put on a little bit of mascara and grab my books and backpack. No need to put a lot of effort into getting dressed up.
I walk downstairs and enter the kitchen, sitting down at the table. My mom is a photographer. A famous one at that. Sometimes I meet the celebrities she has to take pictures of. My dad is a chef that works at one of the best restaurants in town. I love it when he cooks.
Dad sits a plate down in front of me. Waffles and eggs. "Thanks, dad." I smile.
My brother is already at the table. Texting his fingers off. "You know, life doesn't revolve around that phone." I say.
He chuckles, "Get a life first then you would understand." He fires back. I look down, speechless. How can you respond back to something like that?
"Hey, I was just joking." Matt grabs my chin, tilting my head up.
I give him a small smile. "It's cool. You were just being honest."
My mom walks into the kitchen. "Abigail Monroe. That is not the outfit I put on your bed."
"Well, I wore the shorts." I say with as smile.
She rolls her eyes at me. "Teenagers these days. Hey honey." She kisses my dad on the cheek before grabbing the plate that is handed to her.
A knock comes from the door that is in our kitchen. That could only be one person. Most people go to the front door. I get up and open the door, revealing my neighbor and best friend.
"Good morning, Abby." Jake smiles, walking pass me.
Jake and I have been best friends since we were little. He has always lived beside me. This was a daily routine of his. Come to my house every morning and eat breakfast with us. He was basically apart of our family.
"Jake, my man. How you been, bro?" Matt asks.
Jake wasn't like me. He was like my brother. He was cool and popular. He was on the football and baseball team. I don't even know why he hangs around a loser like me. If it wasn't for the fact that we grew up together, we probably wouldn't be friends.
"Good, man. Excited for today." He says, going over to my mom and dad, giving them a hug. In return he gets a plate from my dad.
"Maybe you can talk your best friend into getting excited." Matt gestures towards me. I roll my eyes at him before sitting back down.
"Man, I've been trying since freshman year. She hates school." He says, sitting down eating his waffles.
"You're wrong. I don't hate school. Just the people in it." I correct them.
My dad snickers at this. "What's so funny?" I ask.
"Nothing. I'm headed out guys. I might be a little late coming home tonight." My dad says, kissing me on top of my head and patting Matt's shoulder.
"Alright. Love you dad." I say.
Dad kisses mom on the cheek before looking back at me. "Love you too. Try to have fun today."
"Dad, it's school. I couldn't have fun even if I tried." I reply. He laughs before walking out of the kitchen.
My phone starts to ring and I pick it up, answering it. "Hello."
"I'm outside." Alyssa says. I say a quick okay before hanging up.
I turn to Matt and my mom. "We have to go. Alyssa is outside waiting." I tell them.
They nod their heads before giving me a hug. I grab Jake's hand and my bag and walk out the front door.
Alyssa is in her car, putting on some lip gloss. She is also pretty popular and cool. She is the pitcher on the softball team. We became friends because of in my freshman year, Virginia White said something about the way I was dressed causing people to laugh at me and Alyssa was the only one to defend me.
"Shotgun." I call, smirking at Jake.
He rolls his eyes, "No fair. I wasn't ready."
I shrug my shoulders and hop into the passenger side.
"Hey, lyssa. How is your morning?" I ask.
She shrugs, "I hate that the summer has ended, but it is senior year, so I can't complain too much." She says, starting the car.
"Hey, Jakey. How's your morning going?" She asks him.
"Excited. The guys are already talking about throwing a back to school party." He smiles.
She smiles, "Maybe we can get Abby to finally attend a party." I know she's teasing me, so I just ignore her.
"Good luck with that. She wouldn't attend one of those parties even if one of the characters from her favorite book showed up." He jokes or maybe he's serious.
I think about it. Would I attend a party if Edward and Jacob showed up? I'll get back with you on that one.
"Is it tease Abby morning. First my brother, then my mom, and now you guys. I'm already in a bad mood." I sit back in my seat, looking forward, arms crossed over my chest.
"Cheer up, Abby. We're sorry. We just want to make your senior year one of the best years of your life." She gives me a small smile.
I nod my head. "It's okay. I want you guys to have fun and not worry about me. We all know that I'm different from you guys."
"It doesn't matter. Sometimes you need a little different in your life and we're glad that you're our different." She reassures me.
"Well, let's just get the first day of Beverly Hills High School over with." I smile, looking at both of my best friends.
*****
"I miss walking down these halls." Alyssa says, doing a twirl. We are currently walking down the halls, trying to find our lockers.
"I can relate." Jake smiles.
Some girl says hey to him and hugs him. She is the fifth girl that has come up to him. Guys smile and wink at Alyssa while I get nothing. Well, I got a hey from one of the other nerds.
"Ugh, pretty boy. You and your groupies." Alyssa mutteres.
He just smiles and winks at her in response. We stop by my locker first. I put my notebooks and supplies in my locker except for one notebook and a pencil.
"Aye, Jake. Come here for a second." A guy from the football team calls. He looks back at Alyssa and me.
"I'll catch you gals later." He waves before heading over to the guys. I close my locker and turn to Alyssa.
"Your locker next?" I ask. She nods her head and we start walking towards her locker.
"Don't worry about Jake. It's the first day, so of course the guys are going to want to meet up with him." She defends him as if she already knew what I was thinking.
I wave her off. "It's cool. He has a life outside of us. Just like you have a life outside of me." I look down at the ground.
"Hey, no depressing thoughts. You're my best friend. There is no life outside of you. So put a smile on your face and get ready to face the day with me." She smiles.
I look at her and smile, "Yes ma'am." I salute her.
She laughs at me and we stop by her locker. Things were going good so far. I might actually survive today.
"Well, if it isn't Abigail and Alyssa." I spoke too soon. I recognize the voice immediately. Boys and girls, meet Virginia White and her side kicks. The most popular girls in the school.
Alyssa and I turn around and look at her. She is so beautiful with her beautiful flowing dark brown hair, her flawless makeup, and her on-point outfit. She is the head cheerleader and makes guys drool over her.
"Virginia." Alyssa says through gritted teeth.
Alyssa and Virginia don't like each other because of the fact Alyssa defended me. Secretly, Virginia wants Alyssa to join her and her barbies.
"Senior year and you still dress like a guy Abby. I thought maybe over summer you would get some style. Apparently you didn't. I mean, you hang around Alyssa. You should take some fashion tips from her." She smiles that fake plastic smile, but it's gorgeous.
I don't know why Virginia doesn't like me. Maybe it is because back in middle school I got the part of Juliet instead of her. I mean, she had the looks for Juliet, but her acting skills weren't that good.
"Senior year and you still dress like a skank, Virginia. I'm pretty sure she'd rather dress like a boy than a skank." Alyssa sends her an equally fake smile, defending me again.
It is always like this. Virginia would insult me and Alyssa would stand up for me. I'm such a coward. One of Virginia's barbies speak up.
"Why do you hang around her Alyssa. You would be so much cooler if you started hanging around people like us." Kimberly says.
"Yeah. I know you get tired of the loser. I'm getting tired of looking at her right now and it's only been ten minutes." Carmen, the other barbie, says.
"Well, I hang around her because I don't like fake people and you guys are some of the fakest people I have ever met." Alyssa replies nonchalantly.
"Whatever. Let's go girls." Virginia snaps her fingers and they walk away in unison with their heels tapping against the ground.
"I hate those girls. One day I'm going to break their perfect little plastic faces." Alyssa says, closing her locker.
"Just forget about them. We only have one more year of them and then they're out of our lives." I sigh.
The bell rings and we start walking to our first class together. Science. "I don't get it. Why do you let them walk all over you?" Alyssa asks.
"Because I don't want their manicured nails clawing my eyes out. I like seeing." I reply and she rolls her eyes.
"You shouldn't let her talk to you like that. One day you're going to get tired of it and then you're going to just explode." She says, exaggerating the explosion with her hands.
"Well, it won't beâ" I'm cut off by running into something and falling flat on my butt.
"Hey, watch where you're going douche bag." Alyssa fusses.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see her." The guy responds.
The guy holds out his hand for me. I hesitate, but grab it and he pulls me up. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." The guy says.
I dust myself off and look up at him. "It's okay, I should haveâ" I stop in the middle of my sentence when I'm met with blue eyes.
The guy standing in front of me is hot. He's like an angel. I'm pretty sure he's creeped out at the way I am gawking at him.
"Hi, I'm Jordan." He smiles, introducing himself.
He holds out his hand, but all I can do is stare at him. He seems confused on what to do next. Thank God Alyssa steps in and saves me from embarrassing myself even more.
"Yeah, that's nice, but we have to get to class. Bye Jordan." Alyssa says, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from him.
The guy seems confused, but shrugs and heads towards his class. I turn back around and look ahead of myself, not wanting to run into anymore hot guys.
"I know he's hot, but you didn't have to eye rape him." She smirks.
I stammer, "I wâwas not. Hâhe just caught me off guard." I say.
"Yeah, his hotness caught you off guard. Jordan has always been a hot something." She smiles.
"You know him?" I ask.
That is a stupid question. Of course she does. Popular people know other popular people.
"Yeah, seen him at a couple of parties. He's also the quarterback on the football team. He's a total womanizer. Steer clear of him and his friends." She warns me, not that she needs to. He would never be interested in me.
We enter the class together and take our seats next to each other. I'm glad it is the first day because we won't have to do much. All I could think about was Jordan touching my hand and his blue eyes the whole time during science.
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First chapter, but I promise it gets better. Next chapter will be in Jordan's point of view. The book will be mostly from Jordan's point of view or Abby's point of view. I'm still undecided.
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