The alarm sound from my phone nearly made me want to jump off a building. I feel the PTSD kick in when it starts to continuously ring.
Here we go again. My first last day of school.
For this year, I tried to pick an even amount of hard and easy classes. Gym/ P.E. being the easiest class obviously. I fucking hate hard classes but I can't look somewhat dumb. My version of a hard class though was probably pitiful towards those smart nerds.
It's a hot day here in mid-august and I so badly wanted to wear sweatpants, but this is southern California, that isn't an option here. Well, maybe if it was like December or something.
So instead I put on a white tank top and black ripped short jeans. Hopefully no pedo teacher dress codes me for the shirt. I'll bring a jacket with me but if someone does try to dress code me, the jacket will not be mentioned in the conversation.
There's a reason I'm very good at basketball. So I can get an offer and I barely have to pay for college. My dad's aren't exactly the wealthiest right now but they'll get there. Yes, I have two dads.
It's expensive to live in California so I think us having a 2 bed-room house is a luxury. My one dad is somewhere off on the other side of America trying to run up a business there for some reason, so I'm just left with my other father.
I'm running downstairs making my way to the kitchen when I hear my dad's obnoxious voice.
"I'm surprised you're up on time."
I make my way to the living room where he's watching the only channel he's ever known. The news.
"Yeah well it's the first day of school. I'm not trying to get stuck in the morning traffic with all the freshmen parents having no idea where to drive them."
"You ride a bike to school."
Of course his snarky remarks.
"There was no need for you to mention that."
I roll my eyes as I plop down next to my dad on the couch for the two minutes I have before I have to get to school.
"Why doesn't Claudia ever drive you to school? I mean she's rich, well, her parents are rich. What does Claudia have, like two cars?"
It's true. Claudia's parents are rich as fuck. Her mother is a real estate agent and her dad's a music producer up in Los Angeles. I guess that's why we relate to each other so much. One of our parents is always gone.
"Her mom doesn't want anybody's dirty ass shoes in any of Claudia's cars. And obviously unlike them, we can't afford to have someone clean our shoe's every single fucking time we want to go out somewhere."
"Language Jules." My dad and I just laughed. We both found it pretty stupid they had people clean there own shoes for them. Rich people things I guess. "Alright now go to school."
I groan. "Why? I still have a minute left."
"I think it would be nice for you to be early for once."
I do as I'm told and I get up making my way to the front door. I know in my head I'm going to be late no matter what time I left my house. Still, I take out my bike from the garage and make my way to school.
School wasn't that far from where I live. It was like a 7 minute bike ride so I should be making it on time.
I decided to blast 'California' from Lana Del Rey in my airpods as I bike down the highways sidewalk. I'm feeling free with palm trees, mountains, and road rage people being my view.
Finally when I pass the highway and on just a main road, I am about to turn to cross when I suddenly get stopped in my tracks.
There's this white BMW that stopped a literal 1 cm before me. I'm scared shitless and before I know it my body hit's the hot ground.
I couldn't afford to see anybody from my school so I immediately get up with cuts across my arms and legs and finish making my way to the other side of the road.
The bitch didn't even step out of there car to see if I'm okay. I need to sue them. Maybe I'll be Claudia rich then. But before the car could go zooming off again, I try to see who was in the drivers seat and I swear I recognize the face.
I'm making my way towards the gymnasium and I am somehow late on the first fucking day. I do know though, because the cuts on my body made me slow down. But it's fine because I am so excited. I have gym or as some people say, 'Physical Education' with Claudia and we made Maisie and Max switch their classes so we all have it together. Thankfully we have it first block so it wasn't extremely hot at this time.
I unfortunately had no time to go to the nurse's real quick because how late I was getting by each minute.
I open the doors to the gym and start making my way to where the seniors are sitting down but I immediately get stopped in my tracks once again.
"You're late."
I turn to my left and look up. It's that girl me and Claudia saw back in May.
"I'm sorry." I wasn't really sorry.
"Don't be late again or I'll write you up."
The teacher just stares at me for a minute when it connects in my head. This is the bitch that almost ran me over!
"Sorry miss, it's just this woman almost ran me over so I fell on the scorching hot ground and got hurt."
I can tell the teacher seems a little taken back.
I caught you bitch.
She looks me up and down and raises an eyebrow.
How tall is this woman?! I'm 5'11 so she must be like a good 6'2. I've never seen a woman that's not a basketball player taller than me so I am a little jealous. It's fine, she's kind of hot. Wait who said that...
"I see the cuts on you so I'll let it slide. But, I am going to dress code you because of your outfit."
What?
"What do you mean my outfit?" I look down at my outfit and I see nothing wrong with it.
"The straps on your tank top are too distracting."
Is this woman for real?
"Are you fucking serious?! They're not distracting at all."
"Don't make me write you up on the first day because of your language. Do you have any cover up?"
All I do is scoff at this pathetic conversation. "No." I did.
The teacher crosses her arms as she sighs. "Well go to the nurse and get a spare shirt from there."
I am standing my ground. No new teacher hot bitch is going to tell me what to do.
"Nope. You're not making me put anything on my body that I don't want to."
The teacher waves the other freshmen teacher over.
"I'm not going to argue with some girl on the first day of school."
My life flashes before my eyes and she is dragging me by the arm to the hallway outside of the gym.
We're alone. I fucking hate this.
"You're not going to walk into school late and break the dress code and then talk back to a teacher all on the first day. Do you know how disrespectful that is?"
I don't answer her. She's not worth my time.
"I'm writing you up for one week detention. You will be in my health class for the rest of this week after school."
What is this torture I'm hearing?
Out of nowhere she grabs a pen and a post-it note from her pocket. She begins speaking lowly as she starts righting furiously on the post it.
"Detention from 2:30 to 3:30 all this and next week for miss..."
She looks down at me waiting for me to give her an answer.
"Oliver."
"Miss Oliver."
She finishes writing whatever crap she was writing on the post-it and proceeds making her way towards the gym doors.
"It's only fair now if I know your name."
"No." She says coldly.
"Come on, that's not fair. I'm spending a whole unwanted week with you and I don't even get to know your name?"
She sighs. I can tell she gave up on the fighting back. "Ms. Reed." She opens the gym door and pauses before going back inside. "You better be worth my time."
She doesn't spare me one glance.
Senior year was about to get more exciting.