Dear Random Thoughts,

I woke up this morning to a pounding headache. I looks up and see song lyrics hanging from the ceiling. This isn't my apartment... I turn to my side and see Angela on her phone. OH HELL NO! I scare myself and fall off the bed.

"Oh. Morning, Maxi."

"D-did we... do anything...?"

Angela looks at me and laughs. "No. You got drunk and i didn't want to leave you alone in your apartment so I layer you down and waited till you fell asleep." I let put a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"I have no clothes." I tell her. Realizing I'm only in my boxers and undershirt. More than likely as a result of throwing up.

"Use mine. We should be the same size." Angela tells me. I nod and look threw her closet. Everything is so colorful. And floral.

I find a simple black Green day shirt. "Why does a girl like you have a Green day  shirt!?" Angela looks up at me and laughs. "It was a present from Calabri. She mixed up our gifts remember?" I look back to the memories if 7th grade. "Oh. That's why I have a shit ton of jewelry..." We both laugh and I change into the shirt and some white short shorts.

After A few minutes, we got to hell. I mean school.

No. I mean hell.

I get to homeroom and take my seat next to my friend since 7th, Levin Galliver. We start talking and soon our teacher, Mrs. Simpson, told us to quiet down. We had a new student apparently. From Tennessee.

In the front of the class stood a tall, slim dude with brown hair. He was wearing a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a pencil behind his war, and his backpack was hanging from one shoulder.

"Hey. My name is Alex Ferguson. I've lived here in  Arizona before, but moved to Tennessee. I hope I can make some history with you." Half of me felt like he was directly staring at me when he said that last part. He looked awfully familiar, too. I shook my head. It's just my imagination. Right?

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Once we got out of homeroom, I headed towards my locker. I open my locker and start to take my pricing off. Mr. Lopez hated my piercings and I didn't feel like having a bad day today. I take off the last piercing and grab my books. Suddenly, my back pressed up against the locker. I look up and see that Alex kid.

"Can I help you?" I ask, a bit meaner than intended. All he did was smirk down at me. "Yes, you can. Machenzy. Or should I say, Jade?" What the actually hell? No one's called me that since 6th grade. "Who the fuck are you? And what's your damage, Alex?" He let's go of me and starts walking backwards. That smug smile never leaving his face. "Please. Call me Adam."

No way...