I am in complete shock as I hear Cole's name. Why would he- of course? IT was what Cole said to me. I can't believe he never love- not the time. I want to go into the office, but I know that would NOT end well for me. 

I would probably get scolded and have to leave anyway. I wait outside the office for 10 min when I finally see Wyatt walking out. "Explain," I say, looking dead at Wyatt. "Well, I might have beat up your ex-boyfriend. Ya know nothing. He'll probably only have a black eye. Nothing much." says Wyatt sheepishly, probably from the way I'm glaring at him. 

"Is a black eye 'nothing' to you. You could have gotten suspended, or worse expelled. You shouldn't have done that for me." I say truthfully." Then he laughs. He freakin laughs. "Ummm, excuse me, but what is so funny," I say, slightly irritated. 

"It's just that, you think that I wouldn't get myself expelled just to get back at anyone who hurt you. And ESPECIALLY Cole." Wyatt says in between laughs. "Haha, so funny. Let's go you, idiot." I say slightly joking. "You know you love me." Says Wyatt while making stupid kissing faces. "Yeah, yeah. Hurry up." I say as I run off to his car.

________________________________________________________________________

"MOMMMMMMM. I'M HOMEEEE." I scream as I walk into my house. "Why do you insist on screaming as soon as you walk in. Maybe I should reconsider your birthday present." says my mom as she walks down the stairs. 

You see, I am pretty sure that we're going to Hawaii. It is my 18th birthday after all, which is July 28, by the way. "You wouldn't dare," I say while playfully glaring at her. "Oh, try me. Also, I need you to take your sister to her friend's house. And while you're out, I need you to get some groceries. Thanks, love you." says my mom as she blows me fake kisses and walks into the kitchen. 

"Yeah, sorry mom, but I can't. I have a ummm... party to go to." I say, trying not to blow my cover. "Ummmm...I'm sorry. Did I ask? No, the answer is no. You WILL take your sister and you WILL go get groceries. Thanks, honey." says my mom as she brings out a plate of cookies. 

"IZZIE. C'mon are you going or not?" I scream to my sister. My 15-year-old sister then walks down the stairs upon the hearing of her name. "Alright, calm down. I'm ready," says Isabella, or Izzie. "Oh yeah mom, I don't have a car," I say just remembering. "That is exactly why you're using mine." says my mom with some sort of an evil grin. "Ugh, fine. Let's go Izzie." I say as I walk out the door, cookie in hand.

________________________________________________________________________

Apple, Milk, and Vanilla cake mix. I loaded these 3 things into my cart and rolled into the shortest line. I pay for my items and walk out of the store. I speed up because it's cold. All I can think about is the warmth of my mom's car. I guess too fast because I bump into this girl. 

As I look closer, I realize that it's Coral. "I am so sorry. Can I help you pick up your groceries?" I ask as sincere as I could be. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING. NOW ALL MY STUFF IS SPILLED. YOU SURE AS HELL CAN PICK THEM UP." Coco screams into my ear. 

"I'm really sorry. Let me help you." I say as I pick up her groceries. "Yeah, whatever. You can go," says Coral with this really mean look on her face. "You know what. I WILL leave because I shouldn't be wasting my time on scrubs like you. I simply made a mistake and anyone who can't accept that is a bitch. Bye, bye now." I say as I wave. Ugh, some people. I walk to my car, 10 times as excited to get there as I was before.