Chapter 2
Stephanie
"Stephanie! You are going to be late for school, get down here!" My mom commanded, standing in the doorway like some psychopathic teacher.
I glared at her and struggled to pull my high heeled boots on. I was something of a style maniac, always sporting bad-girl looking outfits and too much eyeliner.
After breakfast, I walked outside to see Kenny, my ride to school, wearing a Playgirl band shirt and bootcut jeans. I keep forgetting to remind Kenny that the 80s is over. It would be much nicer if Kenny dressed like me, because my looks tell people I'm not one to mess with.
But alas, he is the kind of guy that always messes up everything. Which totally goes against the cousin promise we had made as kids.
He jammed his keys in the keyhole, and the engine started to sputter. "Kenny, are you sure your car is ok?" I asked, unsure of whether I should listen to the car or him. "Yeah, I probably ran over a rodent on the way." I squinted my eyes and stuck out my tongue. Gross!
I pushed a music tape into his rusty music box. Of course, it was a Celine Dion soundtrack. I stared blankly at the old broken down warehouses and other buildings as we drove to school in a rusty truck.
"You okay, Steph?" He asked like he was my dad. "Duh!" I retorted, like he was asking me if a red car was red. His concerned face quickly changed to a disapproving face. His forehead crinkled and the shadows under his eyes started looking darker.
"You only listen to Celine Dion when you feel hopeless."
The engine made a loud squeaking sound before it started stuttering like crazy. Then, suddenly, dead silence. I should've known the car would have broken down. We both climbed out of the car. Kenny opened the lid only to find that the gasoline had spilled everywhere and the engine had rusted to the point.
"I guess I better get this towed." He said wearily.
As he dialed in the number and waited for the caller to pick up, he gave me some money to take a cab to school.
As I walked down the block, I could hear Kenny snarling at the caller.
"What do you mean 'has my engine broken before'!?"
"…"
"Several times."
As I got to school I was almost late and half sprinted the rest of the way to chemistry class.
I grabbed the door before it shut and slammed it behind me. The strength of the slam caused me to trip and fall on Finn, the boy that has an embarrassing crush on me.
Our classmates looked over. Both Finn and my eyes were wide open, My hand practically breaking his jaw, his hand groped something. I looked down.
Flustered at the sight, my eyes filled with embarrassment. I slapped Finn and marched to my desk, making the sassiest possible "hmph!" I could make. I made as many mind-melting glares at Finn as I could throughout class.
That is, until the teacher announced,
" Today we are expecting-"
"Our baes?" An annoying kid named Tony interrupted.
"Sorry Tony, but the only bae you have in this room is that fridge." I called back.
Everyone stared at the fridge until Aspen stood up and shouted,
"Damn!"
"No one's gonna date you, you're a half boy an' half girl, who would want that?" A snotty looking boy smirked. I recognized him. His name was Dwayne
Dwayne had stood up when saying that. Aspen marched across the room and pinned him to the wall, her face so close to him her nose was squashing his, her leg between his legs.
"Am I a boy now?" She asked seductively.
For a second I thought I saw Dwayne exchange that look with her. Still, Dwayne was stuttering.
Then Aspen had realized what she'd gotten herself into.
Aspen ran out of the room to the attic at the top of the building.
