Attraction

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*bee- *smack*

There goes another alarm clock. I really need to quit doing that.

Today is the day I start school for the third time this year. I have been kicked out of every school they put me in.

You would think by now that they would quit enrolling me in this hell hole. You may be wondering who I’m referring to by saying “they” a.k.a. my so called parents.

They haven’t earned the right to be called "parents". They are always gone, with their job. They are in Europe doing real estate. So I can do and say whatever the fuck I want. Anyway...... I am attempting to drag my ass out of bed and get ready.

I head straight for my shower which has a waterfall shower head, and wash with my lavender scented shampoo. Everything smells like lavender in my room. I've heard it's supposed to be relaxing. I finally finish and grab a fluffy white towel. I make my way into the walk in closet and find an outfit for today.

I decided to go with my usual look, straight hair, crop top, skinny jeans, my signature leather jacket and converse. I have on my thin necklace chain that I never take off and all of my piercings. I have three piercings on my left ear, eight on my right, one on the right side of my lower lip, and one on my belly button.

I’m completely ready to go and I grab my keys to my baby. She is a ’69 Mustang. I fixed up the engine and everything was done by me. No one touches her without losing a finger. I sped down my driveway headed to hell, oops, school.

I made it there and as soon as I pulled up everyone started to stare. I parked close to the front of the parking lot just in case I felt like skipping class. As soon as I pulled into the empty spot in the front, everyone started whispering. I stepped out of the car and pulled off my sunglasses. I heard wolf-whistles coming from a group of guys that I could tell were labeled as the “jocks”.

I also got death glares from the “it” girls. I started to walk towards the office to pick up my schedule but stopped when I heard yelling and a door slam. I turned around and I saw, what you would call "stereotypical good-looks" a.k.a. Mr. Popular, yelling at someone, asking if he knew whose car was in his spot. ‘Who pissed in his frosted flakes this morning?’ I thought. The guy pointed at me and Mr. Popular turned around and looked at me then started to laugh. I heard him say that there was no way, me, a girl, could have a car like that.

He marched over to me and tapped on my shoulder, and I turned around. He had the nerve to smirk at me, while all I wanted to do was slap that stupid smirk right off of his face.

‘I don’t believe that a girl like you fixed up that car. I’m sure that you have a mechanic that does everything for you on you car.’

he said.

‘Actually, I hand built the motor and custom made everything inside her.’

I said.

'Now if you dont have anything else to say, then i am going to head inside and try to retrieve the brain cells i just lost from listening to you.'

I spun around and walking my ass into the building leaving Mr. Popular with his mouth hanging open. I must tell you, it was rather comical. Now to make it theough this day without losing my mind. This should be interesting....