[The cover that I've put up is made by the amazing offline- shoutout to her for the awesome cover].

I was very nervous on that day, too nervous actually. There wasn't anything I could do to actually calm my nerves. It was my dad's day off, and well, it was much more difficult to keep my emotions away from him after the last time I've opened up to him.

I was worried about David, and also how Laura would be around him today, but I was mostly worried about what Mia told me in class earlier that day. I was nervous in class and nervous everywhere, in the bathroom, in the school's cafeteria and also whilst drinking coffee. Literally all over the place.

And I hated that feeling. I hated feeling.

(14th October 2011, Tuesday)

Looking up at the ceiling that I got done with dad yesterday, I smiled. The galactic wallpaper of blue, purples and blue stared back at me with the blink of white stars that swam in the universe everyday right before our eyes. Even though it was just a wallpaper, I love everything that our earth and universe has been provided with and I loved staring at it. This was perfect.

It took a lot of convincing for my dad to help me out because he thought it was downright weird. He thinks everything I do is weird so it just took a lot more pleases than I expected, but he was glad to help and actually smiled and said that it looked pretty. I squealed and hugged him, "Thank you! Thank you!" I screeched, clapping my hand and jumping up and down. 

Sighing, I slowly pull the black, fluffy blanket off of me and walk into the bathroom. I look back at the reflection at me and sigh again, the bags under my eyes were Prada definitely. I decided not to apply any concealer or anything since I already wasted most of my time staring up at the ceiling. Brushing my teeth and splashing my face with some water, I applied the Garnier under eye dark circle lightening cream and tapped the skin around my eyes gently.

I shoved on a pair of dark, ripped boyfriend jeans and a black loose t-shirt before walking towards the dressing table and tapping the skin under my eyes to check if it was dried yet for me to apply the face moisturizer.

"Dad," I called out, as soon as I was ready and downstairs standing by the door, "are you home?"

"Yeah, I'm here." he called, from what I was guessing the kitchen, "do you want any breakfast with you or right now or probably something?" 

I was about to say no before I realized that I promised my dad that I'd work on my eating and I nodded slowly, "peanut butter and jelly, please." I smiled.

He motioned his hand for me to sit in front of him on the bar stool and I watched as he slowly smudged the peanut butter over the toasted bread just how I used to have it as I was a kid.

I have six horrible, un-educational classes today and Laura along with David to deal with, like I had nothing better to do with my life. Did she really like him? I doubt it. But what if she did? Will he like her back? A part of a person always likes someone back once they know that they like them, because they admire the fact.

Still not knowing how I felt about it, I managed to smile at my dad and thanked him for the sandwich which seemed to be too good to be truly.

My dad chuckled, "I take it it's good."

"Yeah," I opened my eyes back and looked at him, it is.

"Is everything all right? You look nervous. Wanna talk about it?" he asked.

I look at his furrowed eyebrows and scared frown, it looked like he was doubting himself on how he was raising me and I didn't want him to think like that. I didn't want him to think that he was a bad father. He was far from that. 

Playing with the hem of my shirt, I looked down and mumbled, "I'm just scared that David would like her back and wouldn't want to be with me anymore. Whatever we are."

He sighed and sat on the stool in front of me. "Look, even if he did like her. It's not like he's going to ditch you and leave, you're still going to be his friend. You just have to make sure to tell him the truth. You can't expect him to be fooled and then be okay with it. He has feeling too, you know?"

"Yeah, I get what you're saying. Thanks for the breakfast, dad," I kissed him on the forehead and stood up, "and everything else too. I love you. Bye!"

"And I love you! Take care," he called from the kitchen. I could here him cleaning up as the dishes glassed in the kitchen sink and I slowly made my way out of the house. I was so glad I chose high tops rather than heels, it was so much easier to drive with them. 

As soon as I found an empty parking lot, I quickly locked my car up and ran towards the school gate, holding onto my bag. I hoped I was not that late. 

"Miss Brown, as expected." Ms. Bond chimed in, smirking at me as she gave me a pink detention slip. I looked down at it and gaped.

"For a week?" I screeched, "Why the hell?"

"Mind your way of speaking before I make it a month." She glared at me and motioned for me to sit down at the desk that was right in front of her. Was it just me or are all Math teachers just as evil?

"All right, today we will be focusing on our year end project. I will be explaining everything to you and if you have any questions, you can just go right ahead and ask me. Except for Daniel and Alaska, you guys get on my nerves." She said, smiling sweetly. I cannot believe she just said that. Is that even considered to be legal? She basically called me stupid and that wasn't fair. I was trying as hard as ever, like I never tried hard on anything before.

I heard Daniel snicker behind me. I rolled my eyes. They definitely need the exercise after all the sleeping.

"First off, your homework. Your homework for the coming weekend is to complete all the exercise questions from your text books on the chapters that we have completed so far. Which are the first five units. You will answer them in ruled sheets and them put them in a neat file. All of you must have the same type of file, it can be of any color."

The class groaned. I kept my mouth shut, god knows, maybe she would extend my detention for that too.

"What did you smoke before this class?" I heard Daniel from behind me, at first I thought he was basing that on me, but then I looked back at the teacher and knew that his ridiculous tone was him speaking to her.

"How dare you speak to me like this? Get out of my class now!" I cringed at her horrible voice, covering my eyes lightly to try and tone down the sound, but nothing helped.

"But-"

"No buts Daniel. Just. Get. Out!" Her face was growing red and a knowing smirk found it's way onto my face. I guess, I wasn't the only one getting the detention here.

Oh Shit.

Detention for Me. Detention for Daniel. Detention for Daniel and I. Detention together.

Shit.

Why does God have to do this to me?

"Alaska! Pay attention." Ms. Bond cleared her throat and began speaking again.

"The project will be printed out by the end of the school day, you can collect it from the library. Whatever you have to do is written in that package. I have submitted the names of the students and the exact number of packages to the librarian so don't try to act smarter and tell me that you didn't get it. You will fail this class if you don't do it, it's your year end project."

I smiled slowly, maybe I could finish it in the library once I read it through and get someone's help on some of the sums if that's what it's going to be about.

"You are not allowed to use any fancy colored pens. You can have your Black and Blue, Black for the questions and highlighted points or whatever you think of and the Blue is for your answers. You're not allowed to use ruled sheets for the project, you have to use plain A4 size papers and nothing else. You will then neatly put all the pages in the file. The project has to be about thirty to thirty-five pages."

She explained a couple of more rules that I didn't pay much attention to because I was busy writing down everything else she's already explained about the homework. I looked through the text book, my eyes widening at the amount of sums that I had to do. Maybe I could find something online? God.

The bell rang and I slowly started packing, making sure not to anger the teacher. She was already getting on my nerves, me getting on hers won't be good for anyone of us.

"Just to remind you, the bell doesn't dismiss the class. The teacher does. Have a nice day." She grinned showing her perfectly straight teeth. Everyone around me just looked at her weirdly, including me. I quickly got up, shoving the detention slip into the butt pocket of my jeans and squirmed my way out of class.

I laughed as I got out, three people tried to squeeze themselves out at the same time, eager to leave class. I guess I wasn't the only one who hated this period.

Smiling at David who stood next to me as I shoved my texts into the locker, "What's up?" he asked, returning the smile.

"Just getting to class, what else would I be up to?" I laughed ridiculously. Raising my eyebrow at him, my heart rate picking up as I focused on him. Why did I agree to doing this to him? Would I really go on if it were someone else and I wouldn't have cared about them?

"I meant after school, what are you up to after school?" he asked again, fixing the glasses up his nose.

"Oh, I'm going out with Laura to the coffee shop. Want to join us? You can tag someone along if you want?" I asked, not sure if he had other friends.

He laughed, "If I ask someone, my whole group would want to tag along and they're pretty loud. But sure, I'll see what I can do."

"Great, I'll see you then." I just smiled back at him and closed my locker. Picking in my bag, making sure I had all the book for the next two classes since I didn't want to come back here and waist my time. I hope all the classes were closer instead of them being scattered around the school. 

"Oh wait, what time?" David jogged back, breathing heavily. His curls bouncing slightly as he pushed him back with his hands. It was nice seeing him without a Bennie on his head.

"Well, I have an hour detention and then I need to get home and change. How about at Seven?" I asked, biting on my lip.

"Sounds good. See ya'."

In English Honor III, Mr. Tryston gave us the year end project as well. Thank god, he didn't have to give us homework this weekend. I think I'd go crazy if he did, but he did give us much more for the project and I'm pretty sure he'll add up on the homework once he get's to it.

I haven't written in a long time, so I'll have to practice a couple of times before staring on the story for the project. There was no specific theme to it, just a couple of rules like no copying, editing, and all that writer's stuff. I wish there was a guarantee on the writing career. Maybe I would even go for it, but I'm still not quite sure what I wanted to do with my life. 

"Alaska?" I shook out of my daze and looked up at Mr. Tryston who was standing by my desk. 

"I'm sorry, sir. Won't happen again." He just nodded and went a long explaining our project and how we should think everything through before starting to write and remember that it is the teacher who is going to read it. It also has to be appropriate. I took note of everything he was saying and packed up. 

He gave us a couple of minutes to talk. I asked him for permission to sit next to Laura, she shared the first three classes with me and since I couldn't speak to her during Math and I'm pretty sure I won't be allowed to do the same in Biology, I decided to do it now. I wouldn't want to waste my lunch period on that.

"Hey," I waved at her, to get her attention. She faked a smile and dragged an empty chair from the desk beside her and nodded towards it. I sat cautiously and cleared my throat.

"So, I told David to come around by the coffee shop at seven today." I told her, running a hand through my wavy hair. I slipped the hair band from my wrist and tied my hair up.

"Sounds good, but why so late?" she asked, her accent deep and strong. 

"I've got detention and some homework." I dead-panned, glaring at her. "I have a life, you know?"

"Wow, that's such a revelation." She sarcastically retorted. 

***

"What is up with your dressing style?" Laura stared me up and down disgustingly as soon as I entered the coffee shop and made my way to her table. I just narrowed my eyes at her and let it go.

Uma Thurman was playing quietly in the background and I focused on that, making it look like I was deeply interested in the song playing rather than talking to her. I let myself scan the surroundings.

I love comforting this place was, the strong smell of bitter coffee would hit you right in the face as soon as you enter and the infinite supply of wood in this cafe was amazing. Cherry would tables with matching chairs that sported red cushion each and small wooden boots decorated in red at the sides of every wall. 

It was a rather small place, but it managed to hold all its customers and ran pretty well. I still remember the day I found this place, it feels like it was such a long time. It felt like that was the worst day of my life. But I've had worst and maybe I thought that I needed him back then, but I didn't.

"Hey," a smiling David broke me off my thoughts and I stood up for one of his heart warming hugs that I love so much. I received a glare from Laura, but I just smirked back at her and then looked at the brown head of hair that stood behind David, "Hello." I smiled at him.

"Hey. I'm Phil, Phil James." I took his hand. "It's Alaska."

"That's a nice name." he winked and I looked away, to find Laura flirting with David and a strange feeling settled in my stomach.

"You all right?" Phil had a worried look on his face and I offered him a weak smile and nodded towards the counter.

"Let's go order whilst these two get to know each other." I offered.

"Sounds good."

I turned to look at Laura and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"A caramel frappuccino and a triple chocolate cookie and thanks." I almost gagged at her choice of sweetness. Her obsession with chocolate, which I also noticed in school, was definitely unhealthy. 

I knew what David liked and so I just walked to the counter after Phil and we placed our orders, as we moved further to the side we continued to make small talk. Occasionally laughing at the silliest things people were doing in the coffee shop.

"I'm surprised David actually invited me. He's always talked about you, but never really wanted us to meet you." He complained. I suppressed a smile at the thought of David talking about me and asked. "Us?"

"Yeah, like our group of friends or however you stereotype people." he said, as if accusing someone of dividing the high school population.

"Oh, I don't really stereotype." I mumbled, feeling slightly awkward.

"Aren't you the one with the perfect ones?" he asked, his black eyebrow raised and his blue eyes twinkling.

"What do you mean?" I tilted my head to the side, confused.

"You're the perfect looking one and generally smart. And there's the short one with the perfect hair and smile, including the body. You have one with glasses that's unusually sassy and intelligent. There's also one that's too nice and lovely." he explained, smiling slightly as if he remembering something undeniably good.

I smirked at him, he liked Gwen. He didn't seem like such a bad guy. If only she was talking to me, but I'm pretty sure Wendy had her wrapped around her finger so I tried to let it off.

"Yeah, they're not really friends with me right now and I never really thought about it that was since we all come from different sections of, as you call it, stereotypes." I sighed, crossing my hands over my white t-shirt.

"I didn't know you go to my school." I stated, looking him up and down. He was good looking. Very.

"We have like, fourth and sixth hour together." he stated, raising his eyebrows in surprises.

"Damn. I hope I didn't offend you." I apologized, smiling sheepishly. 

Phil pushed his straight, brown hair behind and grabbed the tray after they called our order. We walked to the table together in silence.

Laura and David continued their conversation. I just looked at them and smiled sadly. He seemed to hit it off better with her than he did with me. Maybe she's isn't that bad for him as I thought.

"Alaska?" Phil called out and my head snapped back to him. 

"Sorry, I got distracted." It felt like I was infinitely apologizing to a person I just met.

"It's all right. I said that I didn't get offended at all. You're kind of known for not paying attention to much that's going on around you." He explained.

"Oh."