Matty’s POV
I groaned as my alarm clock went off (quite rudely, might I add; I was having a pleasant dream). I reluctantly opened my eyes to the plain ceiling. Yep. Another perfectly horrible day for me, except today there was something that made it 10x worse. Today was the first day of junior year.
Any normal high-school-aged girl would spend hours on end picking out her outfit, sprinkling makeup on, and styling her hair on the first day of school. Me? Well, I’m not your typical high-school-aged girl.
I rolled off the bed, landing on all fours before slowly raising up, slouched over lazily and letting out an unattractive yawn.
I barely did anything, really. I took a 5 minute shower and got dressed, a pair of dark jeans and the t-shirt that broadcasted, ‘I Followed My ❤. It Led Me To The Fridge’ that fit my normal template for outfits. I tugged on my converse, shoved on my beanie, grabbed a pancake from my mother’s impressive stack and sat down in front of the TV. turning it on to Amazing World of Gumball. Not that I minded. Kid TV is better than reality TV any day.
I finished three episodes snuggled up on the couch before my mother walked in. I didn’t expect the loud screech. “MATILDA! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE OUT OF THE HOUSE 15 MINUTES AGO!”
I fell ungracefully off the couch and cast a glance down at my phone. “S**t!” I swore, scrambling to my feet and grabbing my backpack. “Bye, mom!” I yelled out as I flew out the front door. My skateboard hit the pavement and I immediately took off, adrenaline pumping.
“Mr. Shepherd is gonna put my a*s in detention!” I spat ruefully to myself, pushing myself along faster.
Because my life couldn’t get any worse.
I rolled up to the school just as the first bell went off. I would’ve been relieved… If I hadn’t just crashed straight into the preppy girls’ circle.
Honest to God, it was an accident. The front wheels had turned strangely and sent me tumbling head first into the designer clothes and tons of makeup. Trust me, if I could stay on a different planet as them for the rest of my life, I would.
But here I was, in the middle of an extremely undignified group of white girls that were squealing with disgust and looking down at me like I belonged in the garbage.
And then came the laughing.
It started with a high-pitched giggle that came from the back of the crowd, then spread through it all too quickly.
And then Danneel Harris stepped forward. And my day got so much worse.
“What? Did you really lose control of that sorry excuse for transportation or did you just want to touch us? Sorry, sweetie, we’re not interested,” she said, plastering on a fake smile.
I don’t know where the rumors had started (probably from the queen b***h herself), but it seemed to be an ongoing joke that I am lesbian. Not that I was. And not that I was bothered all that much. I just felt bad for all the people who actually believed it.
I struggled to my feet, brushing off my hands and wincing at the pebbles in my skin.
Danneel smirked again, and I was dangerously close to smacking the grin right off her face. “Lesbihonest, honey, you don’t deserve a place in this world, let alone one in my school.”
I snorted as they turned and strutted away, but my face was heating up at all the giggles and stares I was getting. I didn’t like attention.
My bad day turned slightly better as my best friend appeared before me. I embraced her without hesitation, the smile stuck on my face. “Where the hell have you been?” I asked as I pulled back.
Adrian just smirked. She’s a bit mysterious at times, but that’s part of what makes her… Well, her. “I was in the car. I live like 20 minutes away, remember?” she teased back.
I eyed the hurriedly clasped violin case in her hand and her short messy hair. I smiled slightly.
“So, I wasn’t the only one running late today?”
Adrian laughed. “How do you do that?”
I shrugged, and opened my mouth to answer when the bell rang. Both of our faces paled. We had about 30 seconds to get to class.
We burst through the doors of the school and set off in opposite directions, promising to find each other at lunch. I headed straight for Mr. Shepherd’s class, and accidentally bumped shoulders with someone as I jogged along.
“Sorry!” I yelled back.
And then I stopped and turned.
I’d just run into Jensen Ackles, the head of the football team and one of the most popular boys in the school. And he’d just stopped in his tracks to flash me a gorgeous grin and a low, “It’s alright, beautiful.”
And then he was gone again.
I didn’t move from my spot until the bell rang.