Chapter 4

It started as an annoying buzz, and progressed to a shrill beeping. My alarm. I blindly smacked my hand over the device that was blaring into my ears and disrupting my sleep. It stopped. However that alarm had brought with it my mother.

"Wake up!" I hear my mom demand as she opens my bedroom door.

"Mmmm. Don't want to." I groan turning my head the other way so the sun is no longer in my face.

"Get up! Its Monday. You need to get ready for school."

"Mondays suck..." I groan groggily, not capable of normal human speech quite yet.

At that my mom laughs lightly.

"Well isn't that the truth. But you need to wake up. Come on." She reiterates, giving my arm a little shake for good measure.

"Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm up." I assure her, lifting my head up slightly.

Mom smiles in a satisfied way and turns around. "Good. I'll get your breakfast started." She says as she walks out the door.

I lay there in my bed for a few minutes longer, dreading getting up and out of my beautifully soft comforter and my incredibly comfortable bed.

Gosh I hate Mondays... is all I can think as I stumble into the shower, letting the cold water wake me up, as it grew warm.

After finishing my shower routine, I stay in a few moments longer to ensure my wakefulness, then get out, dry off, and walk over to my dresser.

I open the drawers and begin rifling through, like any other day. Waiting for something to pop.

After going through multiple outfit ideas, I settle on a rich cream colored shark bite lace dress that was knee length. A long maroon sweater to pull over it, and a pair of light brown leather boots. A matching headband to tie the boots in, and then I was good to go.

After that I blow dry my hair and put on some mascara, with a slight touch of eyeliner, I don't do my makeup often, but it just felt right today.

I race down the steps to find my mom setting down a plate of poptarts. Not waffles, but I love Poptarts. Like seriously, its an unnatural love affair. If my name was Bonnie, Pop tarts would be my Clyde.

"Ah, You know just what I like! Thanks mom." I exclaim and give her a hug as I rush by to grab the delicacies.

I grab three pop tarts and a paper towel and run out the door, already stuffing my face as I drive down the block to my friend's house.

I pull into Lyra's driveway and honk the horn.

After a good five minutes, Lyra walks out with a pair of skinny jeans and a tight pink V-neck sweater.

"You look cute." I compliment as she steps in.

"Tell me something I don't know." she brags jokingly and dramatically flips her blonde hair over her shoulder, making me laugh.

She gives me a once over and says "and you look...quirky"

interesting to say the least. It's a good thing she's pretty.

"Wow, thanks!" I joke sarcastically.

I'm not actually hurt. I know that Lyra doesn't understand the way I dress but that's alright. You can't please them all.

"Off we go" I mumble dryly and zoom off towards the school, safely, of course.

When we pull into the school parking lot, I hear the rumble of a motorcycle. Ly and I turn around to see Mr. Green Eyes pulling into the parking lot on said motorcycle.

Almost everyone is watching him as he pulls his helmet off and shakes out his hair. I almost laugh as I notice just how cliche a move that is. If it were in slow motion I'd be convinced I'm in some corny romance movie with the bad boy and the good girl. Somehow this works though, because every girl here is practically drooling, including Lyra. Of course.

"Who is that delicious man right there?" Lyra asks dreamily, fixing her hair. "Unfortunately, That's my new neighbor, Green Eyes." I sigh as I cross my arms over my chest.

"That's the guy that lives next door to you? The guy that's 'pretty cute'? Seriously, Piper how can you possibly be mad at that?" Lyra asks, her eyes staring thoughtfully after him.

I roll my eyes, ultimately unimpressed.

"Whatever. He's an ass" I conclude, my mind pretty much made up.

"You are so freaking lucky. Man, you don't even know. I'd give anything to have that delicious piece of man meat as my neighbor." Lyra whines.

"Ugh you can have him." I say with a groan. She looks over at me with a huge grin.

"Hopefully," she hints, making me fake gag, as I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, can we not talk about him?"

I say briskly, if not a little bit snippily.

Just as I'm about to walk into the school, Green Eyes and my eyes lock. I kind of just stand there staring into his eyes, caught in a trance from their pure and utter beauty, when suddenly he looks away. I clear my throat, praying Lyra didn't just see that and start walking towards the school.

"What was that about?" Lyra asks curiously "thought he was jerk huh? That you hated him?" She teases playfully.

Dang, so she did notice. "Huh? Oh uh nothing." I say, feigning innocence, walking just a little faster "You can't fool me baby girl. I totally saw that little connection you made with hottie on a motorcycle over there." Lyra states matter of factly.

"Hottie on a motorcycle? Really?" I ask with a laugh, trying to distract her.

Lyra just shrugs, but stares at me suspiciously before parting ways and heading to class.