A long overdue chapter. Enjoy!
Thanks to my lovely Beta ikldmrogers. Without her, my tenses would still be wonky.
Disclaimer: Loveless is not mine. It belongs to Yun Kouga, and all the other people who made Loveless. I only own my characters Desiree, Effie, and so on.
I really don't have a problem with waking up in the morning. Some people always tell me about how horrible their sleep was, and they know they're going to fall asleep in class. These people need to get a grip on reality. I usually stay up until the wee hours of the morning, and wake up at 5:00 every day. I eat breakfast until 5:15, and then I go back up stairs. Then I fart around until about maybe 6:57. Then I grab my towel (sometimes more if I feel like going to school with wet hair) and shower for about twelve minutes. Then I get dressed, get my stuff together, and I'm out of the house by 8:00.
So I know I'm having an off day when I looked at my clock and saw that it was already 6:30. Fuck. When did it get so late?! I sat and stared at the clock for a little longer, hoping against hope that if I glared at those evil little red numbers long enough, they might turn back. Then I realized I wasn't making any sense. I ripped the sheets off my body, grabbed my robe, and stormed down stairs. I saw my ma sitting in the blue chair in the living room, reading the paper as usual.
"Ma, did you try to wake me up today?" I asked, as I made my way to the kitchen for some oatmeal.
"No." she answered absently. I stuck my head out the doorway and stared at her. Is she serious?
"Why not?" I screamed. I could just feel my face break out into my signature "surprised but angry" face. My eyebrows went up, my eyes get wide, my mouth dropped slightly, and I looked around the room to emphasize that I didn't know what in the world she's talking about.
Obviously, it was a work in progress. She didn't buy it. "Don't give me that look, Dee! You are always yelling at me not to tell you to wake up, but when I do you ask me why I didn't. So save the acting for school."
I must make the same faces as my dad too, because I formed a pouty face, and go back to my meal. My Ma can't see, but I slipped in more brown sugar into my oatmeal. I would need the energy anyway, because I feel like lead today.
I spooned the oatmeal in, and try not to gag at the texture. Don't get me wrong, I like oatmeal, but the texture makes me feel like I'm eating grits. I hate grits.
The oatmeal is done, so I choked down some instant breakfast milkshake with a lactose pill. Being lactose intolerant sucks. I can't drink a glass of milk without farting or getting stomach cramps. I guess I got that from my dad too.
I walked back up the stairs, and threw my robe on the ground. I am not a very clean person when it comes to my room. It's not dirty, just really messy. There are clothes everywhere. Taking in all the junk, I pulled off my tank top. As always, I came in contact with my breasts. I had stretch marks last year, but after my creepy Uncle Steve gave me this miracle cream from Africa, they went away. I pulled off my shorts, then my underwear than my bra. For a few seconds I stare I my chest, praying it might shrink before my eyes.
No such luck. My chest may have even gotten bigger. I sighed, grabbed two red towels and headed into my bathroom. I grabbed a hair brush and trailed my fingers over the stereo. I pressed play, and Arabic music comes pounding out of the speakers. I opened the door to my bathroom, and set the brush and towels down. I pulled my hair out of the pony tail and let it trail down my back. I took off my pentagram necklace, the bracelet with my initials on it, my silver stud earrings, and my white gold nose piercing. I had to beg my parents for the piercing in eighth grade, and I bought the white gold stud when I was 14.
And then I looked up and saw my black neko ears. I proudly display them, mainly because I think that anyone who has sex before legal age must be legally insane. The main reason I stop being friends with certain people is because they lost their ears.
My tail twisted the shower on while I grabbed a new bar of soap, and I washed off my body and hair. After two songs on the stereo, I turned the water off, and stepped out, wrapping the towel around my hair and body. I took a quick peek at the clock. "7:00" it reads, which means I'm not doing too bad today. I walked outside the bathroom to my closet. One look at the window and I could tell it was gonna be sunny but kind of chilly. So I pulled out a yellow spaghetti strap tank top and a loose, brown off the shoulder sweater. Then I went to my drawer and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and reached into the top drawer for some panties and a bra. I pulled the underwear onto my now dry legs and headed back into the bathroom. I pulled the towel out of my hair and combed through the thick locks. Then I pulled it into a high ponytail, and put my jewelry back on. Then I walked back into my room and get dressed. I started to pull on my shoe, but the phone rang and I reached to get it.
"Hello?" I said, admiring last nights pedicure over my open toed flats.
"Is this the Davis residence?" the voice says, crackling over the line.
"Yes, who am I speaking to?" I asked. Probably a telemarketer.
"This is Sarah from Sirius Satellite Radio and we have an offer-", I cut her off.
"We don't want it." I hung the phone up on her. I grabbed my red back pack and stuffed my binder and homework into it. At the start of freshman year, me and my friends wrote all sorts of stupid and nasty phrases onto it with sharpie. There's stuff written on it like, "It's not rape if you say 'surprise'!" and "If you were a sheep would you fuck another sheep?". My personally favorite would have to be, "I love you, and you're my best friend, but if the zombies are chasing us, I'll trip you."As my hands deftly start zipping up my backpack, another phone rings. But this one is slightly more fun to answer.
All my friends know to call me on my cell phone. It's my life line, and I wouldn't survive without it. At first, I pondered who could be calling me. Then I recognized the ring tone. "Crazy Bitch" by Buckcherry. Oh hell. It's Pauline.
I have only recently gotten to know Pauline but, I really like her. She's hot, popular, and has reasonable sized boobs. She's my friend Svetlana's cousin, and the two of them are really close. I picked up the phone hesitantly.
"Yo, Pauline?" I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Hey, Desiree, what's up?" God, my names sounds so hot when she says it. She's one of few people will I let call me by my first name. Everyone else calls me Desi, and the really important people call me Dee.
"Nothing, I'm just got out of the shower. You?" Good move Desiree. Now she'll think of you.
"Seriously?" She paused. "What are you wearing?"
"Oh, I'm kind of still in my underwear." If she's thinking what I hope she's thinking…
"What bra and panties are you wearing?" She's thinking what I hope she's thinking! Fortunately, I am not that much of a liar, and when she sees me in the locker room today, she'll know I was telling the truth. I pulled my shirt open and looked at my bra.
"Oh you know that bra I have with the rainbow straps?"
"The pink one?"
"Yeah. I'm wearing that and some brown boy shorts," I say, pulling my jeans open to look.
"Cool. Hey, listen. I called to ask if you and your homies wanted to have lunch with us today." She makes the word homie sound cool.
"I'll check with Jewley and Muddy, but they probably won't care."
"Wait, I though your friend's name was Haley?"
"It is." I laughed. "Nini combined the word Jewish with Haley, 'cause Haley is Jewish."
"Wait, does Ninos have a problem with Jews?" Oh shit. Unstable Ground!
"No way!" I said as cool as I could, "Haley thinks it's hysterical, and encourages him."
"Oh it's awesome that you and your friends joke like that. You so need to hang out with us."
"Sure, definitely!" I said. I should probably end the conversation now, so I can leave her hanging.
"Listen, I got catch a ride in the gremlin. I'll talk to you later."
"Alright babe, bye."
"Bye." I snapped my phone shut. I take a few deep breaths. Then I look up. Then out the window, at the sun.
I know that I'm not religious or anything, but whoever is up there gave me this moment to really bring myself full circle. I reached down my shirt and pulled out my pentagram necklace. I kissed it. Then I placed it back in my shirt. I lifted up my bag, and skipped out the door, turning out the light.
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