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You’re abruptly awoken by a screaming alarm clock on your bedside table.
“Ugh, shut up,” you slam the off button and pull yourself out of bed, making your way to your vanity as you wipe away leftover mascara from yesterday that had fallen underneath your eyes. Your leopard print nokia starts to buzz next to you, and you sluggishly answer it.
“Girl, get down here” you hear Lindsey say on the phone.
You rub your eyes, “What?”
“I’m right outside, come on we’re gonna be late”
“Oh shit, sorry,” you say before hanging up the phone and quickly throwing on old jeans and a pink top. You grab a makeup bag and your purse from the floor as you exit your house.
You make your way out of the house and find Lindsey in your drive, waiting in her convertible. A bright red ride she had gotten as a gift from her parents on her seventeenth birthday. Despite how expensive it was, Lindsey had managed to get several noticeable scrapes on various parts of the car.
“I was waiting for so long, girl,” Lindsey tips her sunglasses down to get a closer look at what you’re wearing, “don’t tell me you set your alarm later again, you look dead.”
“Ugh, I did. Only cause I was up so late last night,” you defend yourself.
You hop in the car and use the vanity mirror to start putting on your makeup, mainly consisting of concealer, mascara, lip gloss, and some glitter for your eyelids.
“What day is it today?” you turn to Lindsey.
“Tuesday, B day.”
“Oh god. We have that new history teacher coming in.”
“Oh yeah. Ugh I can’t believe they arrested Ms. Lawrence for dealing meth. She was my favorite teacher, and my favorite plug,” she adds.
“I know right, the new guy better live up to her.”
You and Lindsey pull into the parking lot, seeing a few nerdy kids scrambling to the door so that they make the bell. As you’re walking up, Lindsey is greeted by her boyfriend, Lucas, and he waves to you too.
“Ok see you later!” Lindsey and Lucas walk the other way and you continue walking to your first period, saying hi to some of your other friends in the hall.
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After several long classes you walk to the designated bathroom where you and Lindsey always meet in the last stall, where you find her yelling at the girl occupying it.
“Bitch, go piss in a different stall!”
A short theater kid wearing cat ears exits and scurries away.
“Eww,” you hear girls behind you say.
You and Lindsey enter the stall as you sit on top of the toilet and Lindsey sits on the handicapped rail. This was where the two of you always met for the short five minutes between every class. Lindsey offers you a cigarette but you wave her off.
“Lindsey, you’re so dumb, remember what happened last time,” you scold her as she rolls her eyes, putting them back in her bag.
Once you hear the warning bell, you and Lindsey make your way to your history class. When you entered you scanned the room for the new teacher, but he hadn’t come in yet. You and Lindsey sit in the back and start mindlessly chatting.
Suddenly the class goes quieter and you look up seeing a tall, attractive man enter. Knowing exactly what Lindsey's face would look like, you turn to her and see her freaking out. She mouths ‘He’s so hot,’ and you both start to laugh. This gets the new teacher's attention and you make eye contact with him, seeing he has cold blue eyes, full lips, and a sculpted face.
“Quiet down class,” he gestures with his arms for people to lower their voices.
He walks to the chalkboard and writes his name: Mr. Murphy
“I’m your new history teacher, call me Murphy,” he signals to the board.