I do not own SON!!! You happy! I said it

Is there anything more agonizing than a cold miserable Monday morning?

No there isn't. I can't think of anything more agonizing when your alarm rings at exactly 5:35 am, letting you know that its time to get your worthless hide out of bed. I can't think of anything more agonizing when you only have two brain cells operating the way they're supposed to at such an early hour of day. I'll need a cup of Joe just to jump start the rest. I groan and start getting dressed for another scholastic day. I loathe school. To be specific, I hate King High. It's full of posers and losers who have nothing better to do than pick on other people who may be different than them. I sound harsh, don't I? Well, harsh is reality biting you in the ass everyday reminding you that you're different and no one understands you.

I'm bitter, I know.

I thought it was supposed to be humid in California and yet the worst has happened: I've lost all feeling in my ass. No seriously. I can't feel anything. I shiver as an icy breeze hits my back again. My family (mostly my mom), decided it would be a wonderful idea to pack the kids up, away from the only home they had ever known, and move to a place that is the complete opposite of a small town:

L.A.

It's anything, but familiar. The air is different, the sun is different, everything I was used to and comfortable with was ripped away from me in one month. That's how long it took to pack all our memories in boxes and suitcases.

Like I said before, it's really cold this morning and I'm choosing to walk to school like a moron instead of getting a ride from my mother. Of course, getting a ride from her would probably be more painful than open-heart surgery with no anesthetic. My black scarf is providing little warmth as one end is whipped away into the air. I curse silently and grab the wretched fabric and hug it tightly to my body, giving up my attempts at keeping warm.

When I finally made it to school the bell still hadn't rung yet. Teenagers were huddled in random clusters around the quad. I walked by them all and went straight for my locker. I felt someone nudge me lightly and looked to my left. Chelsea was walking alongside me, greeting me with her usual pearly white smile. Another nudge on my right, and now Xander was wiggling his fingers at me.

"'Sup Carlin. How are you on this glo--rio--us Monday morning?" He said in a sing-song voice. I raised my eyebrows at him. He seemed more chipper than usual and Chelsea was still grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I'm concerned.

"Well Xan, it's a Monday. It's cold. Glen took my car yesterday without telling me and didn't fill up the now empty gas tank so I had to walk to school and I sure as hell wasn't going to ride with my mother," I replied quickly. Xander looks at me blankly then glances at Chelsea. He nods slowly.

"But other than that…" He trailed off. I shrug my shoulders.

"It's a'ight." I smirk and put in my combination. Chelsea leans herself on the locker next to mine.

"Sooo…heard anything interesting lately?" I look at Chelsea strangely. If by interesting you mean weird and unusual? Then yes. You two. I eye Chelsea and Xander suspiciously. They both had huge smiles on their faces and it was starting to creep me out a little.

"What are you so perky about?" I asked and Xander scoffs.

"What? Can't a guy be happy?" His smile becomes less creepy, but cheesier. I stare at him for a few seconds then shake my head. Whatever.

"I guess. If that's what you want out of life, I suppose I can't stop you." I say jokingly.

"Did you here the news?" Xander looks at me expectantly.

"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me." He nods and continues.

"Guess which popular bomb shell got the lead part in the school play?" I grimace. Not Miss Diva Duarte!

"Ew! Madison? She isn't that good looking and she sure as hell can't act," Chelsea opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off before she even has the chance. I'm too caught up in the moment at the mere possible mention of my arch nemesis.

"Remember when she tried to reenact scenes from Legally Blonde for that English assignment. Even I could act blonde and stupid better than her and she's as stupid as they come." I'm not sure if you can tell but I don't like her very much. I like guys more than I like her. Which may or may not tell you something just by that.

"Spaz, chill," Xander raises both hands in the air as a sign of surrender. "Yes I remember. Who could forget that tragedy? However, it's not Madison." He pauses for a moment. Probably for dramatic effect but it was just pissing me off. The thought of Madison did that to me unfortunately.

"It's…" He looks from me to Chelsea. Chelsea's looks as excited as Xander while I was left standing here clueless and annoyed.

"Spit it out jerk!"

"Davies." I knew that little bitch Duarte …wait what?

"Huh?" Both my friends smile. Davies? As in Ash—

RIIIINNNGGG!!!

I look at my friends and they nod in unison like twins. A small smile appears on my face and I think I was blushing a little. I turn away from them and start rummaging through my locker for my history textbook. Our teacher has sentenced all the students to endure the horror of carrying around these god awful hardback bricks everyday instead of supplying them himself like a normal teacher. The nerve! I thought there were child labor laws for a reason. I quickly stash it in my bag and zip it up.

"Well that's cool. Good for her. Hey, maybe we could go see the play when it finally debuts." I said, Chelsea giggles and Xander smirks. Dare I say mischievously? I ignore him and begin walking in the direction of our first period. Miraculously, we all have a few classes together which makes it easier for us to copy answers and notes from each other. We walk into the classroom and took our seats in the back. Xander sat in his seat next to me while Chelsea sat in the one in front. He turns in his seat since the class hadn't started yet.

"That's always a possibility too." He replies, looking at Chelsea for a moment. I regarded both of them and finally decided that there was definitely something going on. They were having, what looked like, a covert eye-convo. Interesting.

"You guys are acting weird today. More so than usual. Should I be afraid?" I said.

"Well it's a good thing you want to see the play so badly because… we signed you up for auditions last Friday." Chelsea smiles warmly at me while Xander just starts laughing.

I don't think I heard correctly. It sounded like they said they signed me up for the play.

"Come again?" They wouldn't dare sign me up. They value their lives too much to do such a thing. Xander rolls his eyes and points at himself and Chelsea.

"Weee..." He says slowly.

"Signed…" He pretends to sign an invisible paper.

"You…" Points to me.

"UP!" He gestures dramatically to the ceiling.

"We love you." Chelsea adds quickly.

"Surprise!" They look at me cautiously. I haven't said anything. I'm going to be auditioning in front of people. On stage. Performing. And Ashley Davies will be there? My crush.

Shit.

"It's like they say…all the world's a stage." Xander says, still smiling.

I'm screwed.

I hope you liked it. Chapter 2 should be up soon. I g2g to class so please review and tell me what you think. 'Till next time.