He snaked his arm around my thin waist and pulled me closer. I rest my head on his side and sighed in happiness. We didn't need to speak, this moment was perfect. We both knew what each other was thinking, and everything was amazing. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss in my hair, and I snuggled closer to his warm body. He smiled, placing his lips to my ear, "I love y-"
My alarm blared to life and with my ninja reflexes; I pressed snooze before I could even blink. I stared at disbelief at the bright orange numbers. 6am, fucking fabulous. I moaned as I slowly rolled off my bed onto the floor, regretting that decision immediately. I lazily began my routine, thank God it's Friday.
Still sleepy, I finished the last touches to my makeup. Putting my mascara down, I was pleased enough with my effort this morning. My smokey eyes and red lips, turned from the mirror as I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed out the door; to meet Salem waiting. "Took you time," she joked, making a start to our mindless chatter that soon followed. Our path lead us to the coffee shop, the only way to start the morning.
Pulling her tie back into place, and fiddling with her skirt, Salem cursed, "fucking uniform." It was like the school wanted to torture us.
Reaching the school gates, we sighed in unison as we knew what was ahead of us. Walking tall, we passed groups o students, some laughed at us, some glared, no matter how much we received this, it was always going to be harsh. Chatting away to each other we barely noticed the group of sluts pointing and laughing at us, Salem put her hand up, signaling me to stop talking. She winked at the group of prepubescent, cake-faced, short-skirted, whores. "Sluts," she greeted them and took her fake hat off to them. They all scoffed and tried insulting us back, but we knew we had won this one. Salem was fearless.