"Melody! Get your fat ass out of bed now!" Andrew shouted from downstairs.
"No!" I shouted back. But Andrew didn't take no for an answer. Right after I refused, I could hear loud thumps from the staircase, signifying that he was coming to wake me up. I didn't think much of though, seeing how I was still more than half asleep. And little did I know, this was one of Andrew's bad mornings.
"I told you to get the hell out of bed!" he yelled. Yup, he was in a bad mood.
"Just give me 5 more minutes," I pleaded, too tired to care about his attitude.
"You don't have five minutes! You have to be at the school in 15!" Well, I couldn't care less! I thought. But my only response was a groan. Worst mistake of my life. The next thing I knew, my bed, and everything in it including me, was soaked down to the core in ice cold, freezing water. That was my brother for you.
"Dude, what the hell?!" I snapped. Now my morning was going to suck.
"Well, you asked for it. I gave you the chance to get up yourself, but it looked like you needed my help. That's not my fault. Now get up and get ready for school. You already lost 5 of your 15 minutes." Then he left. And I was sitting here, shivering like a shaved dog in winter. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I looked at the clock. It said 8:00. So now I was 10 minutes lat instead of having 10 minutes to get there. Wonderful. How did I stay in that ice bed for a whole 20 minutes? I wondered. I must have been really tired. Oh well, might as well take my time now.
I walked to my closet, grabbed an old black hoodie and pulled it on, then put my jeans on and went downstairs to the kitchen. It turned out that Andrew had already left for work. I was disappointed. I wanted to talk to him to see what was wrong. He's been out of it lately and it's starting to scare me. He may be annoying and bossy, but he's my brother and I care about him. When our parents bailed on us, he was all I had. He's been taking care of me since I was 7, even if he was only 15. He cared for me and watched out for me. I wanted to start doing the same for him, now that I'm 17. But I can't if he shuts me out. I shook my head, moving the thoughts to the back of my mind. I couldn't worry about that at the moment. I needed to eat breakfast and get to school.
After getting to school an hour later, I managed to dodge all the hall monitors and find my second class of the day. When I got there, all the other students stared at me as I walked to my desk in the back. I didn't pay them any attention because, really, I couldn't care less about all the jocks and populars. They're all jerks and a waste of my time. Yeah, that means I don't have any friends in this school. I am the ultimate loner. But it doesn't phase me.
Towards the end of class, I realized that someone was sitting in the normally empty seat next to me. And they were staring at me.
"Can I help you?" I asked him. He didn't make any sign of responding, and just kept staring, so I just angled my body away from him. I spent the last 10 minutes of class ignoring the uncomfortable person next to me, and listened to music while the teacher gave us our homework.
When the bell finally rang, I quickly stood up and gathered my supplies. My attempt to avoid the guy failed, though, when he caught up to me at the door.
"Hi, I'm Jason," he said, smiling.
"Uh, hi," I replied, confused. This guy was trying to talk to me, but usually no one wants to know me. What's wrong with him?
"How are you, today?" Jason asked. He's just not giving up, is he?
"Fine, I guess," I answered. I sped up a little, hoping that he would catch the hint that I didn't want to talk, but it seems he didn't.
"I noticed you were late to class. Why's that?"
"Ok, I'm just going to say that's none of your business. And why are you talking to me, anyway? Last time I remembered, everybody thought that I was a boring, unfriendly thing." I emphasized thing to tell him I wasn't welcomed by anybody here.
"Well, you see I'm new here, and I'm working on my people skills. When I saw you walk into class, I thought you were worthy of getting to know, besides the fact that you were late," he explained. Just then, we arrived at my locker. I turned to him and gave him a small, sarcastic smile, then frowned, looking him in the eye.
"Trust me, you don't want to know me. I'm no good for anybody." With that, I walked away after getting everything I needed for the rest of the day.