I OWN NOTHING.

During the course of most everyone's high school career, they find that they have gone through at least one relationship that goes a little something like this. Meet cute guy/girl, label them as boyfriend or girlfriend or at least a friend with benefits, go through the "No Air" phase, and finally a mutual agreement that they are either you're better off friends ,or the flame died out.

By junior year, the whole high school scene was getting pretty dull. I mean, history just repeats itself over and over again right? So why the heck did we have to take a different version of it every year? With each passing day the GED became increasingly appealing to me. It wasn't like I actually needed a full blown high school diploma anyway. 'The good enough degree is good enough for me,' I thought with a smirk. I couldn't possibly express how eager I was to get out the dump commonly referred to as Hollywood Arts. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a bad student. The opposite actually. Maintaining a 'B' average was cake work for me, and even though I could have easily had a 4.0 GPA, I didn't want to make it seem like I was trying too hard. I had a reputation to uphold.

My phone goes off:

"I'm out and out and on the parkway, patient and waiting for headlights, dressed in a fashion that's fitting to the inconsistencies of my moods. It's times like these, where silence means everything and no one is to know about this."

"WHAT!" I said in the meanest voice I could muster at the moment.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks, concerned.

Cat knows me oh too well. She could see completely through me, like the masks I sometimes wore were completely transparent. I swear the girl has superpowers, and boy, does it get on my nerves sometimes.

"No, nothing really. Just…"I begin to trail off.

Should I tell her the real reason? I think to myself.

"I just don't know what to wear tomorrow and I'm stressing way too much about it," I finish lamely.

"Hmm," she murmurs, not sounding convinced. "Well I actually called to ask you was if you got your schedule yet. I also wanted to make sure that the student assistant nerd followed through on his end of the deal and put us in some classes together."

I sighed, grateful for her dropping the subject.

"No, actually I haven't… wait, what exactly do you mean by 'his end of the deal'?"

"Let's just say that we have some pictures of him spending some quality time with himself, if you know what I mean," she chuckled.

"No way!" I giggled at the thought.

"You have to fill me in later, Cat, but I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Sure thing."

As I hung up the phone, I flopped back on the bed and groaned. Speaking with Cat reminded me that the stupid school didn't have my stupid schedule yet. Why did this bother me, I have no idea. Sighing, I placed my forearm over my forehead. Nothing seemed to get me excited anymore. Maybe it's just the back to school blues I thought before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Relentlessly wailing, my alarm clock rudely interrupted my beauty sleep, intent on starting the day off on a bad note.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"No…"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Ugh…"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"ShutupshutupshutUP!" I yell, throwing the clock and throwing it against the wall with as much force as I can muster so early in the morning.

The clock falls into five pieces onto the floor and leaves a very noticeable mark on the wall.

"Great…" I sigh and lay back on the bed.

For an athlete, you would think I'd be more of a person, especially with being a track star. People expect me to take an early morning jog. They're sadly mistaken. Actually, I think I deserve an extra fifteen minutes of sleep. Curling back into a loose fetal position, I pull the comfy covers back over my head savoring the little sleep time I had left.

Today is going to be a long day. Already I've been late, gotten in trouble with a dean, and ran threw a red light. I swear it's because of that damned alarm clock. Walking into the quad, I see many new faces, but most of them are still familiar. The usual murmur of approval from freshman and a few whistles and cheers of applause don't faze me as I scan the quad for my friends.

"Hey! Over here!"

I spot Cat bouncing up and down and walk over to her.

"Will you come with me to SSO? I need to pick up my schedule."

"Sure, whatever." And with that, we head over to the Student Service Office.

We walked into the office and the secretary was talking to another woman who had pulled a chair over to her. She turned to me, and as I opened my mouth to ask for a schedule, she turned back around and kept talking to the woman. I swear, she doesn't want to get on my bad side. Does she know who the hell I am? I'll give her a second chance though…I clear my throat in an obvious manner. She didn't even glance up.

"Excuse me," I said slightly louder than normal. "I need my schedule," I say, more than annoyed. She stopped talking, turning around in an exaggerated motion.

"Name and ID," she says, clearly exasperated for being asked to do her job. The nerve of some people.

"West. Jade West."

She gave me a once over before handing me a paper and my ID back.

"Lemme see," Cat said snatching it before I even got a peek at it.

"What?!" she boomed as she read the paper over a second time.