"BEEP BEEP BEEP…"
I quickly hit the snooze button on my alarm, hoping that Miranda didn't wake up. I watch my stepsister toss in her bed, just across the room from mine, and when her eyes don't open, I let out a sigh of relief.
Whew, I think to myself. She didn't wake up. That was close.
I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, preparing for another day in the life of Roe Underwood.
If Miranda had woken up, I know my day wouldn't have started good. She would've woken up, screaming about how inconsiderate I am, and how stupid I am for waking up so early in the first place. This would wake her father, who wouldn't miss an opportunity to tear a strip off me. Then, I'd be denied the privilege of going to Glee Club and have to go to school with Miranda, only be forced to wait in behind the dumpster for 5 minutes until she's far enough away, because she doesn't want anyone to know that the geekiest kid in the school is her stepsister.
Yeah. None of that would be good at all. A quickly as possible, I get dressed, grab my phone and backpack, and run out of the house.
As I walk down the street, towards the school, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, indicating that I have just received a text. To amuse myself, I think of all the people it could possibly be. Firstly, it could be Miranda, insisting that I stole some clothing item of hers, despite the fact that I wouldn't fit into anything she has (nor am I at all interested). She is, however, asleep at the moment, so it can't be her. It could be my 12-year-old stepbrother, Isaiah, who often sends me random texts to make me feel like shit (some of which are dictated by Miranda, I'm sure). But, most likely, it's the one person who isn't out to break my spirit.
I take my phone from my pocket and smile.
It's Blaine Anderson.
Hey, I got to school early. You gonna be here soon?
Whenever I'm feeling down, it seems like Blaine knows, or at least subconsciously. Don't get any ideas, we're not dating or anything. Actually, he's gay, and he's the best friend I think I've ever had. I reply to his text.
On my way. Will be there in less than 5 mins.
Immediately, I get a response back.
Sounds good. Mr. Schue says hi! :P
I laugh out loud as I think to myself, those are my boys. My best friend, and the closest thing to a 'father' I'll ever have. A smile appears on my face, and I make a mental note to try and keep it there. I do that most every day, though, but I guess it's the effort and the aspiration that counts.
Haha :D
"Finally!" Blaine says sarcastically as I walk into the choir room. He's standing next to the piano with Mr. Schuester, "Took you long enough!"
"Right," I laugh at him. "I was like three minutes; calm yourself!"
"How was your weekend, Roe?" Mr. Schue asks me.
I nod my head as I put my bag down by my chair. "Really good," I tell them, my usual lie. "Yours?"
"Ohh," he sighs. "Lots of marking. But I did get a chance to watch The X Factor. Did you guys see Carly's performance?"
"No, unfortunately," Blaine says. "I was stuck at my aunt's house babysitting four of my crazy little cousins while the parents had a night out. It was fun, but exhausting."
Mr. Schue smiles and politely dismisses himself to go over the lesson plan for the day. Me and Blaine sit at our chairs to talk.
"Was your weekend okay?" Blaine asks me, leaning in and talking softly. "I called after I put the kids to sleep on Saturday and you didn't pick up."
"Yeah, sorry about that," I say, patting my hands on my thighs uncomfortably. I can tell Blaine anything, I know that, but whenever we're out in public, especially at school, I cease up.
"What happened?"
"I... Um..." I look at Blaine, his sympathetic eyes. "Yeah, um, Miranda told her dad that I stole money from her wallet, which I didn't, but yeah… It was stupid."
"You alright?" He puts his hand on my shoulder. "He didn't hu..."
"No," I say quickly. "It was fine."
I realize how unconvincing I sound, and I can see it in Blaine's expression, so I crack a smile and say, "Seriously, Blaine. I'm good. God knows I'd tell you if I weren't."
Blaine grins. "Good. Do you want to go to the mall after school? I hear there's a bunch of new fall sales."
"I don't really have any money," I say. "But I'd love to go."
"That's fine," he says. "We'll window shop."
A bunch of the Glee kids have now started filing in, sitting at their seats around us. In a few moments, Mr. Schue begins. "So, guys, did any of you catch the X Factor this weekend?"
A few people mumble 'yeah' and others just shake their head.
"It was amazing, right? I really loved Carly's performance. Man, that girl's got chops! She took that song and made it her own. It's the inspiration for this week's assignment: pick a classic song and make it your own. Really put your own spin on it."
"Uh, Mr. Schue," Jake asks, raising his hand slightly. "Can we work in groups on this one?"
"Um," Mr. Schue thinks for a second. "Sure. Yeah, that could work."
Me and Blaine's eyes shoot to each other immediately, and I know something pretty epic is in the making.