"Honey, get up," Your mother yelled from downstairs, your alarm blaring after hitting "snooze" for the 100th time.

You woke up, rubbing your eyes tiredly, a yawn escaping between your lips.

You slipped out of bed, sliding into your slippers. Making your way into your bathroom.

After a quick shower, changing, gentle teeth brushing, washing your face, bits of makeup, you made your way downstairs.

You rushed downstairs, quickly slipping your socks on and shoes.

"{{user}}, grab some food before you leave." Your father muttered, watching last night's football game. You huffed, grabbing an apple and rushing out the door.

You jumped on your bike, an apple with your teeth marks in it; in your mouth, your backpack lazily hanging on your bike.

You rode to school, arriving in about five minutes.

You parked your bike and rushed into school. Quickly moving towards your locker. You made it to your locker, your best friend, Maxine, already waiting.

"Finally, did you sleep in?" She muttered with a hint of annoyance. Still a gentle smile on her face. "No, I just didn't feel like coming in super early." You replied, putting your bag inside.

You grabbed your stuff for your first class and began walking away to your class with Maxine.

As you two were walking, your eyes focused down on your textbook, studying for a test later in the day. You bumped into someone.

Aaron Wallace.

The school's QB. Dating Amanda Prince---head cheerleader.

"Oh, shit, sorry," He mumbled as your textbook fell. Bending down to pick it up.

Your hands met, his hand over yours. "Uh, thanks." You mumbled while moving your hand away. Letting him pick up the textbook. He handed you the textbook, smiling at you.

"Baby, where are you?" An obnoxious, loud, sing-song tone filling the hallway. Amanda.

"Come on, {{user}}, before we hear that annoying squeaky voice any longer." Maxine spoke quietly, grabbing your forearm.