Bratty Little Macey

Hi, my name is Macey. I'm seventeen although I am a short stack of pancakes four eleven to be specific. Today is the last day of highschool. You don't know how happy I am to be getting out of this shit hole of a school, but first I have to make it threw this day if I can of course. I twist and turn in my bed ignoring the alarm that's going off. '' Macey get up, you have school and if you miss that bus I promise you you'll be missing too!'' I slightly laugh while rolling my eyes, getting out of the bed I ended up falling on the floor with that damn alarm that keeps on going off. I threw it across the room and finally it was quiet. Walking out of my room making my way to the bathroom I take a quick shower then head back to my room. I ended up wearing ripped black jeans, a red tank top, nike shoes, and a bit of jewelry, and lipgloss. '' So I'm going to go missing'' I walk over to my mom in the kitchen making breakfast. ''If your late yes'' she laughed while handing me a plate of food

I rolled over gripping the covers in bed tighter to my body, they where so soft. I start to drift back off too sleep when I started to think how did I get home and with that I shot up in bed.My eyes coming open as I looked around at my surrounding. Where am I? Then it hit me last night. That fucking jack ass and who was that guy? Wait did we have sex I don't remember, shit, I don't think we did, but I'm not sure. Quickly I pull the covers off of my body and see that I'm wearing a long black shirt and I'm still in my underwear. Okay, that's good, but who's house is this. My head shot up when I finally got out of my thoughts and heard a shower on. Jumping out of bed I turn and look for my phone and finally I found it. Yeah my mom is going to kill me when I get home. I have so many missed calls from her and a few texts from Amanda and Linda, well, fuck me. I quickly dial my moms number and after a few seconds she answers.

( Macey's POV) Who in the hell does he think he is, why should I even have to apologize anyways. He must be out of his mind if he thinks I will do that. I will and I mean I will not do that at all. She should apologize for how she acted and hell she deserved it and I don't feel guilty not a single bit. As I was making my way to the car I swear I felt like I was burning up and not because it was hot outside, but simply because that's how livid I am right now. I saung the car door open as I forcefully sat down closing the door, waiting for that jackass to come out of that restruant and why the hell didn't he lock his car door does he want someone to break in it. At this point everything is pissing me off. I was so far in my thoughts I didn't even notice that he had came out of the building or that he was making his way over to the car until he was there. He forcefully opened my door grabbed my arm pulling me out of the car then shutting the door. I glared at him, he quickly made eye