One.

It's chaotic, really chaotic. 

I was talking about the morning. But when wasn't every morning chaotic for me?

But that's not the point. Right now, it's morning!

Right now, it was time to follow my daily routine.

• Wake up to my sworn enemy (alarm clock) blaring. 

• Falling off bed, flat on my face specifically.

• Shower with toothpaste filled bottle (by mistake) all the goddamn time. 

• Treat irritated skin. 

• Freak out that I might get late. 

• Throw on trashy clothes. 

• Decide against trashy clothes. 

• Decide to wear trashy clothes eventually because I don't give a fuck.

• Dig into some unhealthy shit for breakfast.

• Miss my family. 

• Drive to school. 

• Pour out my hatred for education.

And now here I am, staring at the building in front of me, muttering curses endlessly. I dislike school–wait–no... I despise the highly intellectual property right in front of me. 

Why do we even go to school? I don't want to learn how toads multiply! 

If it weren't for my family right now, I would've been in Italy or Russia trying to raise a Mafia family. 

It actually crossed my mind.

Urgh! Okay, calm down Alex. Deep breaths. Deep breaths, Alex. Deep bre––

"Alex! Alex!! Earth to Alex!!!" a voice booms through my ears. 

A smile creeps it's way to my face in recognition of who the voice belongs. 

"I'd be damned if you aren't my favorite month." I laugh as I pull my best friend into a bear hug. 

"Not today Alex." she chokes "I don't want to die yet."

I realised that I've held her a little bit longer than I should. 

"I've been talking for the past three minutes and you just stood here day dreaming, again." she pauses to blow a bubble then resumes chewing her gum aggressively. "The last time you got lost in your thoughts you literally punched Ashley in the eye."

"You mean illiterally–"

"Alex, you did hurt the poor guy."

Yeah, Ashley's a boy, I pity him too.

But I still recall that time at lunch when my mind was flooded with problems of my own and I felt like punching the air and he just got in the way!

It was last week.

"I gave him an ice pack." I muttered playing with the few strands of my platinum blonde hair.

"Whatever," She trails off. "Where is May?" 

I give her a flat look.

"You really don't want to know how stupid you sound. You live together April, how am I suppose to know where your twin sister is?" I stare at her unfazed. 

April has a twin, May.

They are those kinda twins you don't want to mess with. They're identical with their jet black hair and forest green eyes. They're the same height, their freakin' voice sounds same. The only difference is that April's voice is a little bit higher and you don't want to be the one she's shouting at. 

You get to differentiate them by the dye in their hair though. April has white dipped ends whereas May has a straight from the tip blue one. 

I'll have you know that April is the mama bear. 

And their names, how ironic!

"You think she's out partying again?" She asks not a hint of worry in her voice. Sometimes she just asks for the sake of asking. 

I shrugged readjusting my backpack. May likes partying it's just her thing. But sometimes she just crashes in another neighborhood or another person's doorstep.

"I'll text her." I said pulling my phone from my back pocket.

Alex: Where the hell are you! School starts in ten. 

She replies immediately.

Big foot: What? I've been waiting for you guys for what felt like forever by your lockers!

"Um... April? I think May's already inside." I said, unable to believe myself. 

"The big foot is early? Well that's an update." she chuckled.

"She won't be happy when you call her that." I laugh. 

"She'll be even more pissed when I tell her I don't care." she snickers knowing her twin sister has the patience of zero. 

"Let's get going before the bell rings I have English first and I don't want to get on Mrs Portholl's bad side." I chuckled grabbing her arm dragging her inside. 

"Pothole." April said, faking disgust making me roll my eyes. 

We walk fast into the premises, six minutes before the bell rings. I spot my locker and April scurries to hers, I see a familiar teenager banging her head on the locker next to mine, the blue streak in her hair visible as always. 

"You'll leave a dent if you keep on doing that." I say when I finally reach my locker. 

"You're buying me lunch." She mumbled not lifting her head from her locker. 

"I always buy you lunch May," I chuckle taking out my book and pencil case. "Why are you early?"

"Shouldn't I be?" 

"Maybe..." I drawl.

"Are you calling me irresponsible?" She asks, detaching her head from the locker narrowing her eyes at me, daring me to utter a single word. 

I shut my locker and hold the book to my chest as I watch her in amusement. I was about to say something to piss her even more when the bell rings.

Saved by the bell! 

"Ah! The bell." I grin and start walking away.

"I know it's the bell." she says through gritted teeth.

"Really? You did?!" I shout over my shoulder. I could imagine the steam coming out her ears.

I quickly disappeared into the crowd of people trying to make their way into class before the teacher comes in. 

I pushed the door open letting out a thankful breath that I haven't died from the sea of students outside, my happiness was short lived when I see that all the front seats were taken. I sighed and went to one of the empty seats at the back. 

Right on cue Mrs. Portholl made her entrance with a scowl on face as usual.

"Morning everyone," she said taking her seat. "Today we will be––" 

Her words were drowned in by the banging of the classroom door. At first, her face held surprise, until two boys barged in.

Her face dropped to it's usual scowl whereas the most of the girls in class started making adjustments. 

Really? 

I roll my eyes at them. I still don't get why every high school slut doesn't get the point. It's literally a basic rule every fuck boy follows. 

Flirt.

Seduce.

Use.

Dump.

Ignore. 

It's like a designated rule book for bad boys/play boys. I shake my head in amusement and just lean on my desk, allowing the scene in front of me unravel.

With my elbow on the desk and my chin on my palm, I watch in amusement as my eyes flicker from Mrs. Portholl to––

"Mr Williams and Mr Anderson how nice of you gentlemen to barge in." she welcomes them with a very obvious fake enthusiasm.

But they don't seem to care, well, you don't expect them to give a fuck when they're the bad boys.

And yet again why does every teacher not understand that the bad boys will never ever be good? Either he finds love or loses a special person in his life like all the other lists of bad boys I've read in books, he will still be worshipped, respected and famous. 

Oh God! 

That's why I like being me, half a nerd––half an outcast. I know it's not quite a reputation but my friends make up for it. I take sides in all situations and I am certainly not oblivious like every other desperate girl you might come across in Westview High. I am just inbetween the line, in other words: Neutral. 

Well, in front of me I present to you Blake Williams and Ryder Anderson. I don't blame the girls actually, they look breath taking and their body was built so damn well.

Blake is the blonde one with grey eyes, the one who is always smiling showing his white pearls, he'd do good in a Colgate commercial.

And Ryder.

Ryder–freaking–Anderson. He is like a walking dick, with another stuck in his pants. He is the most un–humane human on earth. In my seventeen years of existence, I have never encountered anyone as rude as him. If you haven't guessed yet, he is the fucktard of Westview High. But there was an exception for him, he was perfect. His hair cut was almost too perfect, his brown hair fell like a curtain, covering his dark blue eyes that always glinted with disdain and mischief. His leather jacket was slung over his shoulder showing the plain white T-shirt that hugged his body tightly showcasing his torso. His face was expressionless, yet breath taking.

I wouldn't say he is a ho, like every other bad boy that wants to get in every girls pants. He is just living up to his reputation, he is stoic and emotionless. He could fuck up your life within milliseconds.

Yep, this is the bad boy. Alive in the flesh and not the brain.

"Its our pleasure m'lady." Blake bows in mock curtsey making the whole class laugh. 

Nothing was funny in his actions if you ask me. I'm just surrounded by a bunch of idiots.

"Detention!" Mrs Portholl shouts in his face. 

"Geez lady! I've got your spit all over my face! You didn't even ask us why we're late before shouting–"

"Detention!" she repeats with equal volume before adding, "After school."

"Of course Mrs Portholl." Blake jeers, his British accent making it sound a lot like 'pothole'. 

Mrs Portholl ignores them and gestures them to take their seats. They make their way to the last two seats next to me. Blake takes the farthest one while Ryder stands in front of the one next to mine, its as if he's contemplating on whether or not to sit next to me. 

I roll me eyes.

I don't bite asshole, so take the damn seat and learn something for the sake of your brain.

"The asshole has ears." He says taking his seat.

Did I talk out loud!

"Yeah, you did." 

Shut up Einstein.

"I would...gladly, if you stop talking to me." he retorts having heard me again. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I turn to face the board.

Fucker.

I froze for a second before whipping my head to face him, my hair almost blinding me in the process. He was focused on the teacher, I let out a breathe out relief and return to my note. Thankful he hadn't heard me. 

"I heard that too." he whispered blankly.

I groaned and banged my head lightly on my desk covering the side view with my hair whilst cursing myself internally, from my side, I could've sworn I heared him chuckle lightly. 

But then again he is the one and only 'bad boy'.

~*~

40 life threatening minutes later Mrs Portholl dismisses us.

"I am terrified of that lady." May thought out loud biting out a large chunk of snickers.

We always do this, wait for each other after our lessons but I don't know if I'm cursed or something, they're always the ones waiting for me. 

I chuckle strapping my bag behind me whilst April focuses on her phone and chewing gum as if it is the only reason she isn't dead yet. 

"I can hear you Alexandra!" April says in a sing song voice. 

My face scrunches in distaste tying my hair in a sloppy ponytail. 

And yet again my friends, I have the tendency to say my thoughts out loud. 

"I hate that name Apeana Riley Harper." I sneer, trying to squeeze some expression off her, but she doesn't even budge, if anything her smile grew wider. 

"Would you rather I call you Maria?" she asks smirking. 

"Just stick with Alex," I deadpan stopping by my locker quickly. 

"If your mom was here she'd definitely call you all of those," May snickers, sucking on a newly unwrapped lollipop.

"She's another problem to deal with, I swear." April and I laugh too. 

I open my locker and exchange some books.

"Don't look now but James Thompson is ogling you." April whispers popping a bubble awkwardly.

I silently shut my locker and turn around, pretending to glance across the hallway. My eyes meet with his dark green ones and he casually looks away last minute. I don't miss the tiniest shade of pink on his cheeks.

James Thompson, the third friend in the group of Ryder's friends and also another bad boy in our school. But you know those kinda bad boys that keep it low-key till you actually meddle with their shit? Yeah, that's where James is categorized. He is currently the basketball star and has this dark sleek hair that's always in place with his dark green eyes that flicker with amusement every second. His parents are lawyers who are never in town. He has twin siblings, a boy and a girl. 

Yeah, I know all that because duh! I am in highschool.

I hug my book to my chest, wanting to tell the girls we should go but a sharp pain shoots through my skull making me wobble slightly before it completely disappears without a trace. 

"Are you okay?" May asks as she notices. 

"I won't be after AP Calculus which I am definitely late to." I answer diverting the whole conversation.

"Yeah, we better go." April suggests and we all nod then we saunter away.

I need to go for check up.