The dim light from the lamp cast yellowish shadows across my maths homework. It was 2am on Sunday evening and, as usual, I'd left my homework until the last minute. I sighed just as Luke came out of his bedroom and took a seat in the chair next to me.
"Alright? Saw the light on out here," he looked at what was on the table. "What's this?"
"Maths homework," I whined, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to work out the method for the question I was on.
"Why are you doing homework?"
"Didn't you get told? The terms of my contract are that when we're in London I want to go to school and I'll get the work messaged over when we're away. I need to keep up but I'm also the best for this job," I joked.
Luke turned the book towards himself slightly and looked at the equation for a moment.
"No clue," he grinned, "but if you ever need help with science I'm alright at that."
"I'll bear that in mind," I laughed as he walked back to his bedroom.
I came out of my bedroom in the morning, wearing my school uniform. My pale blue skirt was pulled over my waist and my white shirt was tucked in. My blazer was tight on me and matched the skirt but had yellow piping. My shoes has a bit of a heel on them and my socks were pulled over my knees. My bag, a see through PVC backpack, was weighing down my shoulder with all of the books I'd crammed in to it.
"Morning all," I smiled groggily, leaning against the kitchen counter and putting my hoop earrings in. "Up a bit early aren't you?"
"Yeah but they're going to get Cal a new bass," Michael spluttered through the mouthful of toast he'd just stuffed into his mouth. "And I decided I'd drive you to school."
"Nice uniform," Calum smirked.
"Really? That's nice of you," I chose to ignore Calum.
"Well I want to check out the hot school girls," Michael looked down at his plate as I popped the kettle on. "We're leaving in five."
The journey was a quick one from the penthouse but the car smelt of sweaty, pubescent boy and there was rubbish everywhere.
"Sorry about that," Michael chucked a sandwich wrapper into the back seat.
Michael pulled into the car park of the school and wished me good luck for the day ahead, smiling smugly at the fact that he didn't have to go to school. I looked out of the window and swiftly snapped my head back.
"What?" He yelped, alarmed by my sudden motion.
"Nothing. Well, it's that girl," I pointed her out. "Her name's Taylor Hinkey and she's kind of a bitch. We're not the bestest of friends exactly..." I trailed off as I saw her strutting into the building with the rest of her posse. "Thanks for the lift," I opened the door.
"What time do you finish?" He called after me.
"See you then!" With that he pulled out of the cat park and onto the road.