To my surprise, Natalie called. At first I couldn't identify the number, but afterward answering she explained that she got my phone number from Jessica.

At the time I thought that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to be friends with Natalie but as days in highschool passed by I regret answering that call. I should've missed it or better yet, I should've declined.

"Hey Kourtney, I know that you're friends with Jessica and everything but why don't you join me for lunch at the library?"

' Just lunch with me and Natalie? That can't go wrong can it?'
So innocent little me accepted the invite.

"Great. I like Kristine and Shannon but what's the point of having a lunch break if we're not going to talk to each other?" she asked.

What was the point of  having a lunch break if you weren't going to eat a damn thing.

I didn't completely regret accepting the invite because I did learn a thing or two from Natalie and about Natalie. We didn't spend all our lunch breaks together since I preferred sitting with Jessica but we did meet atleast once a week to catch up.

And despite all of my regrets, everything still worked out for me in the end.

I ended the call because I needed to get ready.
I took a shower and did my hair which  didn't kill too much time doing  since I had braided it last night.

After tying my hair up into a neat ponytail, I  headed downstairs for breakfast. Unfortunately, breakfast was a bowl of cereal since mother had to leave early for work.
While waiting for my father in the kitchen, I continued to read my novel while I  for my father.

After finishing five pages he finally appeared in the kitchen and to my surprise he managed to do his own tie.

"Oh, Kourt you're still here?" he asked. I looked at him perplexed. It was a dumb question with an obvious answer.

"Yes, where else would I be?" I hoped he knew that was a little too early to be getting on my bad side but as usual my wishes were never answered as often as I would've liked them to be.

"I thought you would have left for school by now," he answered.' He's joking! There is no way he's going to be this immature.'
But Charlie was always capable of being immature.
" I'll remain a 'Kid - Man'!" Is what he always told me.

Knowing what my dad was expecting me to do, I left the house through the back door and I started walking to the bus station to wait for a bus. 
It was exactly swift walking, it was more of...
An indignant march.

As I journeyed to the nearest bus station, I mumbled to myself and curse under my breath. And maybe cursed at my father just a little.

'If  he thinks I'm going to apologize for yesterday he can think again,' was what I thought to myself.
Charlie happily, drove past me and still had the cheek to honk the horn at me.
I wish I had thought everything through instead of only taking my pride into consideration because I had never ever taken the bus alone. Furiously stomping my way up, a hill and pouting might I add, I thought about how unfair and how childish my father is being. There were other  decent ways to  punish me but instead he chose to be impossible.

But now, looking back, I suppose you could say that I was sort of grateful.
Suddenly, I heard a loud engine from behind me which gradually became a little softer as it got closer. A motorcyclist slowly drove next to me and looked directly at me. The cyclist stopped the bike to take his helmet off.

"Trent?" I exclaimed. I'll admit, I was so relieved to see him. "What are you doing shortstack?" He asked.
I wasn't exactly 'street smart' so I was unfamiliar with slang most of the time and therefore I  only had a rough idea of what certain words meant.

"Did you just call me fat?" I asked, infuriated.
" That's not what I meant, but I do think you are short," he chuckled. "I am short, but I am not stacked, thank you very much," I hissed. My cold response silenced him.
Little did I know that he was actually complementing my voluptuous figure.

" Are you walking to school?" he asked in a more serious tone.
" I'm going to take a bus."
Once again, he snickered. Trent was amused by my ridiculous statement and was obvious that he was trying to hold back a laugh.

"No, you're not. Put this on," he said as he handed me the helmet.
"What?"
"You are not taking the bus alone so, put on the helmet and get on the back of the bike."
"You're crazy if you think I'm getting on a bike."
"So, you'd rather take the bus alone and end up in a completely different state?"

'Touché'.

Sure he is exaggerating, but then again; he might've been right.
"Dammit," I sighed after realising that I didn't have much of a choice.
"Yeah. Get on," he grinned.
I put the helmet on, and I got on behind him. I wrapped arms around him as tight as I possibly can." You're going to need to hold on tighter than that short stack," he chuckled.

At that moment I realised that I had made a terrible mistake.
"Trent please don't go to fa-,"I begin, but as soon as he took off, I started screaming.

I'm not going to lie, I kind of wish that Charlie was there to see me on the bike. He  needed to see  the trouble that he had put me through.

As for Trent...
I felt bad for the drama that I put him through.
And I'm not just talking about screaming on his bike.

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