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"JACKIE GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP BEFORE I KICK IT!"

"DUDE SHUT UP!"

"BITCH I WILL LEAVE YOU I AIN'T BEING LATE ON THE FIRST DAY!"

"Whatever!"

I chuckled to myself, sitting up from my previous, lying down position. My roommate was, as usual, yelling at me to get out of bed. It was first day of senior year, last year of high school. My friend was always a goody two shoes, a perfect, grade A student. Though she did cause chaos here and there. I was quite the opposite.

I was the class clown, turned up to class late like my life depended on it and mostly got B's. I still want good enough grades to not become part of a gang and strip in front of forty year old, drunk off their balls men who can't be bothered getting their own woman and would prefer to pay for one. In a way, I'm like the cliche, smart bad girl you read about in fictional stories or movies.

"Jackie I will eat your breakfast muffin!"

"IM UP IM UP!"

Jumping out of bed, I rushed to the bathroom to do my routine. I saw my friend, Chloe, sitting on the sink ledge, painting her nails. Black. As usual. That's what I loved about our friendship. To strangers, we'd be seen as doppelgängers, physical appearance wise and our fashion taste. Our personalities however, polar opposites.

Chloe was bubbly and a social butterfly. She was friendly yet would definitely hurt someone if needed to. I however, am reckless, anti social and avoid social interaction with new people like a vampire avoids sunlight or garlic. I avoid sunlight a lot too.

"Morning, sleeping beastie." Chloe giggled, looking at my bed hair. "Hey, I don't ask my hair to look like a bird is living in it. It has a mind of its own." I picked up my midnight blue toothbrush and the toothpaste tube, squeezing minty paste onto the brush. As soon as I start brushing my teeth, Chloe starts talking about school.

"Apparently there's some new guy this year. Wonder if he's hot?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"O. M. G!" Chloe squealed, clutching her phone.

I looked at her like she had two heads and an extra arm. "You know Trisha, right? She just sent me a pic of the new guy and oh my lord, look!" Chloe shoves the phone in my face, showing a boy around our age I had never seen before yet looked familiar.

He had scruffy, dark brown hair that covered partially his right eye. His eyes were an ocean green, a mix of dark blue and pastel green. Over his eyes were glasses that made him look like a hot nerd. A little stubble was sprinkled along his cheeks, chin and jawline.

His clothing represented a bad boy. Leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up above the wrist, spiked bikers gloves, black ripped jeans and leather boots. Didn't help that he was sat on a motorcycle in the picture.

He was a pleasant mix between a hot nerd, a bad boy and chaos. I spat the foam out of my mouth and rinsed my toothbrush.

"I suppose he's ight."

"wHAT?! Just ight?!?"

"I'm a hard to get, calm yourself before you pop one of your tits." I chuckled, handing back the phone. She stared at me in disbelief and slight disappointment. "Girl, you need to cash in your V card!" She whined. I shot my head up, looking at her on the reflection of the mirror. Her eyes flashed with mischief.

I darted out the room, Chloe following after.

"I hate you." Huffing, I stood, defeated, looking at the mirror. I was wearing a black skirt with a belly top that was white. I walked into the bathroom with other clothes in hand. "Where are you going?!" Chloe practically yelled, causing my ears to ring. "You'll see." Sighing I locked the door.

"About time, now let's go- oh, my, god."

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my bag and motorcycle keys. "I'll leave you behind." I joked, Chloe rushing to the door.

. . .

"Trisha! Girl, it's been too long."  Chloe ran off with Trisha, leaving me to park my motorcycle. As I was parking it, another biker rolled up to park as well. He had a helmet on so I couldn't see his face.

He reached for his helmet, lifting it off his face.