Love Or Lust

My alarm clock was my worst enemy; a tiny little object that woke me up from my perfect dream every single day to go to school.

Going to school makes me sadder than going to funerals. Do I need help?

I look over at my alarm clock and notice I have been daydreaming for 5 minutes now.

This seemed to be a problem. I usually woke up on the right time but my thinking took away 10 minutes of my time to begin with. Then choosing outfit took another 10 even though I knew exactly what I would wear.

Once again, do I have problem?

Ehh. I probably do.

I get up from my bed and stretch out my arms while yawning. I then go to the restroom to brush my teeth, pee and stare at my reflection for five minutes!

While looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed for the thousandth time, I am a potato. I really am.

I have never been the type of girl to attract boys or compete with the good looking females. I was always just plain and boring. No one had interest in me because I was a potato!

I sigh. You know what, I may be a potato now but someday I will turn into sexy fries that everyone will want!

I get out of the bathroom and walk to my closet. Eighty percent of the clothes I owned were black. Ten percent were mixed of white or other dark colored clothes and the final ten percent were bright colored clothes my mom bought for me, thinking I would look so beautiful but in reality they were from the 90′s fashion and I looked terrible in them!

I picked up a t shirt, an over sized dark red hoodie and pair of black yoga tights which I preferred over sweatpants. Don’t get me wrong, I love sweatpants. But sweatpants were way too loose, jeans were just not for me! Yoga tights were the best!

I quickly put on my clothes, grab my backpack And walk downstairs only to find both of my parents left to work already. As usual.

My father was a businessman and my mother was a psychologist which is why I almost never saw them on weekdays. They were always busy working and holding up their reputation as a successful businessman and a helping psychologist.

When I came home from school, they were still not there. Almost Every day I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner alone. Often my best friends Katy and Luke would come along to give me company.

By the time they were home, I was already dozing off to sleep. Sometimes I wonder whether it was really just work because work sure shouldn’t take longer than 12 hours.

I tried questioning them before about it but they would always turn the table and ask about whether I am doing all my work and being a responsible girl or not.

According to them, I need to work on always having a perfect grade and end up in a good college. I needed to hold on to their reputation and make sure to be someone just as successful; if possible, someone higher and better.

As for my career, it was chosen by my parents. I have to be either a computer engineer or follow my dad’s footstep to be a business woman.

They did not care whether I liked it or not (I did not). I am not math or science person. I was naturally good at math but I didn’t enjoy doing it. I was good at science until high school. Biology came to my life and messed up everything.

I enjoyed learning English. I loved reading and writing and desperately wanted to be a writer when I grew up.

My phone rang and snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up at the clock and noticed I had 30 minutes to get to school and the bus ride usually took 20 minutes. And waiting for the bus to arrive was a whole different story.

I decide to ignore the call, knowing it was Katy. This was the third time I was going to be late this week. Katy would give me a huge lecture and I wasn’t in the mood for it.

I decided to ditch breakfast and start walking to my bus stop. I put on my black Nike, lock the door and start walking to my bus stop.

Even though my parents were hella rich, they did not get me a car; I would have to earn it by getting in to a good college first.

I wasn’t complaining though; a lot of my friends did not have cars due to financial stability. I was thankful that I at least got the necessary things in life.

“Have you heard about the new English substitute teacher? He is gonna start today,” Katy somehow knew everything before anyone else did. I actually made it to school a few minutes early!

Katy and I became best friends in 3rd grade. She moved in Wilton elemantary school in 2nd grade. She was a bright, pretty and helpful girl.

She had some kind of beauty and positivity I lacked which caused me to instantly hate her. I tried to stay far away from her but she kept coming back to me.

She became popular on the very first week of school due to her extra friendly nature and everyone seemed to love her. I however acted opposite.

Two weeks later, I found out she moved into our neighborhood. Once again, I stayed far away from her. My mother however invited their family to have lunch with us.

Once she came over, we played with my cars and watched a movie. We were completely opposite but we fit in so perfectly for each other.

Everyday, we talked more and more. Soon, we became best friends and our friendship was never broken! We both went to the same middle school and now we are both at Wilton High.

“I thought ms M had one more week of teaching.”

Ms M was our English teacher; she was a nightmare for every student. Her attitude was always harsh, her grading style was rough and her expectations in classroom was way too high. I was one of the very very few students who actually had an A in her class. If I wasn’t so passionate about English, I would have probably failed her class.

She is however 5 months pregnant and was supposed to take a break from next week. Luckily, she wouldn’t be back for the rest of the year and a substitute teacher will take over her place,

I really hope the new English teacher likes me! I need straight A to meet my parent’s goals.

“Yeah. But the new English teacher is already here and I guess he will start today!” Katy had a happy expression on her face.

“I hope the new teacher is not a bitch like ms M,” I whispered only loud enough for me and her to hear. I didn’t want to end up in principle’s office for talking crap about teacher.

“I heard from a few students he looks really hot. This might be my chance to get in a teacher- student relationshp like they do in all those books.”

I only rolled my eyes at her. Katy always believed in those romantic fairy tales which was obviously crap. I mean true love does not exist.

“Well, good luck with that,” I said with a blank expression.

“Why are you always like that? Come on. You might end up faliing in love with this teacher.”

I snorted at her comment, “Honey, love does not exist to me and trust me I would never fall for some stupid ass English teacher. I have a life. Now do you wanna go watch a movie this weekend?”

We both were now in front of our lockers. Since we both had good grades, we got to choose our lockers and me and Katy got lockers next to each other while Luke got it somewhre far because it was decided for him. He wasn’t a very good student.

“Sure. What do you wanna watch?”

“I was thinking Fifty Shades Darker.”

“They won’t let us in. We are not seventeen yet, dumbass.”

“We will sneak in, smartass.” I said in a duh tone.

She only laughed at me with an amused expression in her face. I arched one of my eyebrows up, questioning her action.

“I am sorry. It’s just everyone thinks that you are this shy, nerdy girl but you are actually such a bad girl and rule breaker.”

Her response made me smirk, “Oh by the way, what’s our English teacher’s name?”

“Shawn”

“Shawn who?”

“Shawn something. Forgot his last name.”

“Huh. Shawn.”

“Sup hoes.” That would be Luke.

“Well hello to you too,” Katy rolled her eyes.

“What ae you guys talking about?”

“I don’t know why I have a feeling I am about to have a student- teacher relationship,” Katy answered making me roll my eyes. Again.

“What?” Luke was so confused and I don’t blame him. With Katy around, everyone was always confused.

“Our new teacher seems cool. He looks very young from behind if you know what I mean. So I am seeking for a chance to have a relation with him just like all those books!”

“Again, good luck with that,” I said.

“But honestly Kenedy, you don’t believe in love now but you will see, my friend, someday you will probably end up banging one of the teachers.”

“Well, nothing impossible for her. You know how wild she is,” Luke commented.

“Okay. I am. not. having. a relationship. with. a teacher,” I told them for the last time,“But how did you even know his first name tho?”

“I was at the office to drop off my skateboard and I heard conversations between him and our principal. I saw his back. He was wearing a leather jacket!”

“Kenedy, you should wear this red hoodie more often. You look good in red,” Luke suddenly changed the subject.

“Why thank you, Caleb Lockhart.”

“Who that?”

I chuckled at his response. Caleb Lockhart is my favorite character from a novel. Of course, Luke wouldn’t know anything about novel characters since he hates reading.

I love reading books. They always take me to a different world; a better world where people find their true love and live happily ever after.

The bell rang and we all groaned knowing it was time for class. Me and katy had English for the first period while Luke had Calculus. We bid our goodbyes to Luke and started walking toward English class.

I walked in to the classroom with Katy by my side. I looked up to see the teacher was not here yet. I walked straight to the back and sat down on one of the chair. I usually sat at the back since it was easier to be on my phone there. I did like English; it was actually the only subject I enjoyed learning but ms M was too much sometimes and I needed my phone to take a break from her bullshit.

For some reason, I was anxious to see the new teacher. I wonder whether he would be one of those stuck up, depressed teacher or one of those fun, student’s favorite teacher.

“I am so excited to see the new teacher,” Katy clapped her hands together as her eyes jumped up and down in excitement. Sometimes I wonder why we are even best friends. I would never be that excited to see anyone except my favorite celebrities. I rolled my eyes at her for what seemed like the thousandth time today.

I should give my eyeballs a break before they fall out.

After about a minute, I saw a tall figure enter the classroom. He was tall; really tall. With his brown laid back hair, chocolate brown eyes and breath-taking smile, every girl in the classroom, including me, were gawking at him as if he was a piece of meat.

He clearly noticed the attention he got since the whole class was quiet and smiled even more, showing off his perfect dimples.

I am strating to understand why Katy might have been too excited.