Fear
Chapter Ten
~Kirsten P.O.V~
"Get up."
"No."
"Up."
"NO!"
"I WASN'T ASKING!" Johnny pulled the warm duvet off my body and smacked my face with a pillow.
I groaned at the abuse. Even though it was Friday, I still wasn't excited to go to school.
"Come on. It's Friday! Y'know, gotta get down on Friday," he sang in boredom.
I peeked through my eyelids and looked at him unamused. I hated that song and so did he.
"You realise I now want to sleep more from hearing that awful sound that is known as your voice," I muttered.
He breathed out a frustrated sigh and looked down at me angrily. "Either you get up and change, or I pick out your outfit for today," he threatened.
I sighed, "okay, okay. I'm up. I'm awake," I stood from my bed.
Johnny grinned at my actions and walked out of my room. I stood and walked to my bathroom and showered in hot water. The steam opened my senses and my pores. The hot water woke me up but slightly burned my back. I wrapped my body in a pink towel wanting to air dry and wrapped my hair in a pink towel also. I liked how my hair flowed more easily when it dried naturally.
I opened my bathroom door an walked to my closet on the other side of the room. I looked around my closet and parted my clothes.
"I literally have nothing to wear," I muttered to myself.
I rummaged through tops and skirts and jeans and sweats before actually finding a decent outfit. I smiled at the clothes on my bed. My father would have murdered me if he even saw me in this. He would have thrown a fit so loud the neighbours would probably be scared.
Chanel banged her hands on my door and peeked inside. "Hurry! The bus should be here in half an hour," she walked away.
I sucked air into my cheeks and let it out in a frustrated deep breath.
After taking my time changing, I walked into my bathroom and did my makeup. It took me a good fifteen minutes to do my hair and makeup before I walked downstairs to meet my siblings.
"This week sucks. I hate everybody," I mumbled.
"Oh, stop," Johnny hushed me, rolling his eyes in the process.
When he turned his back I stuck both of my middle fingers in the air, biting my lip. Chanel giggled at my immatureness and picked up her bag.
We both walked outside with Johnny and watched him enter the car with Sutton. They shared a small peck on the lips and rode away the opposite direction of our school.
The bus came as soon as they left and we walked on, going to our normal seats. When I sat down, a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned around and noticed the familiar face. I smiled at her.
"Hi, Miranda. When did you start riding this bus?" I asked confused.
"I've rode this bus for two years! How come this is the first time I noticed you?"
"Maybe because its the first time you haven't smoked a blunt before class," a voice interrupted.
It was Kate. God, who else rode this bus I hadn't noticed before?! Kate half-smiled at me and gave me a small wave. I lightly laughed at her and noticed Miranda give her a straight face. No emotion was evident, but even I could tell she was annoyed.
"Anyway," Miranda looked back at me smiling, "how are you and your man?" She asked jokingly.
At least I hope she was joking…
"What? Harry and I are not dating. Why would you think that?"
I could hear Chanel turn over in her seat near the window and look at us. She was very interested in the conversation since it was with my "love" life.
"He told us. He said you two made out the other day and that it was official," Kate said confused at my words.
"I guess Harry and I have some things to talk about," I muttered.
I turned around in my seat and could hear Miranda and Kate snicker a bit. But Miranda stated a very true sentence.
"Harry's really in for it, now."
"Get up."
"No."
"Up."
"NO!"
"I WASN'T ASKING!" Johnny pulled the warm duvet off my body and smacked my face with a pillow.
I groaned at the abuse. Even though it was Friday, I still wasn't excited to go to school.
"Come on. It's Friday! Y'know, gotta get down on Friday," he sang in boredom.
I peeked through my eyelids and looked at him unamused. I hated that song and so did he.
"You realise I now want to sleep more from hearing that awful sound that is known as your voice," I muttered.
He breathed out a frustrated sigh and looked down at me angrily. "Either you get up and change, or I pick out your outfit for today," he threatened.
I sighed, "okay, okay. I'm up. I'm awake," I stood from my bed.
Johnny grinned at my actions and walked out of my room. I stood and walked to my bathroom and showered in hot water. The steam opened my senses and my pores. The hot water woke me up but slightly burned my back. I wrapped my body in a pink towel wanting to air dry and wrapped my hair in a pink towel also. I liked how my hair flowed more easily when it dried naturally.
I opened my bathroom door an walked to my closet on the other side of the room. I looked around my closet and parted my clothes.
"I literally have nothing to wear," I muttered to myself.
I rummaged through tops and skirts and jeans and sweats before actually finding a decent outfit. I smiled at the clothes on my bed. My father would have murdered me if he even saw me in this. He would have thrown a fit so loud the neighbours would probably be scared.
Chanel banged her hands on my door and peeked inside. "Hurry! The bus should be here in half an hour," she walked away.
I sucked air into my cheeks and let it out in a frustrated deep breath.
After taking my time changing, I walked into my bathroom and did my makeup. It took me a good fifteen minutes to do my hair and makeup before I walked downstairs to meet my siblings.
"This week sucks. I hate everybody," I mumbled.
"Oh, stop," Johnny hushed me, rolling his eyes in the process.
When he turned his back I stuck both of my middle fingers in the air, biting my lip. Chanel giggled at my immatureness and picked up her bag.
We both walked outside with Johnny and watched him enter the car with Sutton. They shared a small peck on the lips and rode away the opposite direction of our school.
The bus came as soon as they left and we walked on, going to our normal seats. When I sat down, a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned around and noticed the familiar face. I smiled at her.
"Hi, Miranda. When did you start riding this bus?" I asked confused.
"I've rode this bus for two years! How come this is the first time I noticed you?"
"Maybe because its the first time you haven't smoked a blunt before class," a voice interrupted.
It was Kate. God, who else rode this bus I hadn't noticed before?! Kate half-smiled at me and gave me a small wave. I lightly laughed at her and noticed Miranda give her a straight face. No emotion was evident, but even I could tell she was annoyed.
"Anyway," Miranda looked back at me smiling, "how are you and your man?" She asked jokingly.
At least I hope she was joking…
"What? Harry and I are not dating. Why would you think that?"
I could hear Chanel turn over in her seat near the window and look at us. She was very interested in the conversation since it was with my "love" life.
"He told us. He said you two made out the other day and that it was official," Kate said confused at my words.
"I guess Harry and I have some things to talk about," I muttered.
I turned around in my seat and could hear Miranda and Kate snicker a bit. But Miranda stated a very true sentence.
"Harry's really in for it, now."
This is soo good update please
12/29/13