A/N: Personally I think this chapter may be a bit choppy and short, but I also wanted to get on with the story (Not that I don't want to do a good job.) so reviews would be greatly appreciated for this chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Crazy Mornings (Alexis)
When Dad and I finally got back to the loft, it was ten- thirty and we were both dog tired. I was too exhausted to even make it to my bedroom and insisted that I would crash on the couch downstairs. I didn't black out right away, but I had enough time to contemplate that I would never be able to look Charlie in the eye again after tonight. I hoped to God that I wouldn't see him at school tomorrow! My thoughts then became slow and sluggish as I drifted off into the world of dreams.
Sometime several hours later, I was woken up by the sound of a rumbling engine and squealing tires. Blinking hard numerous times, my foggy mind finally caught back up with me. Was that the sound of the… BUS! I hastily leaped off the couch forgetting that I was sleeping on the couch in the first place and that there was a lamp above my head. Too late. I bonked my head into the lamp causing me to trip over and smash my shins into the coffee table, which resulted in an excruciating fall to the floor. Great, just great, I thought to myself while doubling over in pain. I'm going to have bruises for at least two weeks.
"Alexis, what are you doing?" came my dad's voice from somewhere above my head.
Blowing my red hair out of my face I looked up at him with what I hoped was a good poker face. "Umm, just doin' my morning yoga Dad!"
"Haha, very funny. I know you missed the bus. But that's fine, because I can drive you to school."
"What?! Noooo!" I groaned. I'm pretty sure even if Dad couldn't drive me to school, he could just hire some chauffer at the last minute. Thankfully Dad wasn't that kind of rich guy. There wasn't much in the world that money couldn't buy for dad. The reason he would much rather do it himself is because he gets to spend more time with me in the car. You know some father-daughter time. Don't get me wrong! I love my dad more than anything, but the reason I don't like him driving me to school is because since he's a famous mystery writer and attracts a lot of attention, and I don't want to make a scene. Especially at school. I don't want to be known as that "rich writer's daughter" or as the "rich snob". If Dad doesn't attract anyone's attention then our car sure will. He owns a bright red Ferrari, and driving around in that will just make it seem like I'm trying to rub it into people's faces that we're wealthy.
"Sorry hun. How else are you going to get to school?" The man had a point, so I grudgingly accepted his offer. As I turn to go fetch my book bag, he stopped me once again. "You're not going to school in those clothes are you? I don't know what's going to cause more of a scene, me and my car or you wearing those." He gestured to my attire.
Glancing down I gasped out loud. It was then that I realized I was still wearing my scrubs from the morgue. Great, I even forgot to take a shower last night. Growling in frustration, I stomped upstairs to get ready.
It wasn't until thirty minutes later did finally finish prepping up, and by then I was already late for school. The good thing is at least when Dad drives me, no one will be around to notice, everyone should be in class.
"So, how are your classes going?" said Dad, once we were in the car. He just wanted to break the silence; Dad can't stand things if it ever gets too quiet.
"Yeah, they're good." I automatically thought back to calculus. Was he really in my class? I honestly don't remember him, no matter how I thought of it. "Hey, Dad?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you know of any guy named Charlie around the Precinct?"
"You're not thinking of that Winchester kid, are you?" he momentarily took his eyes off the road to look at me.
"I mean, how can I not? He did kind of make a big scene last night, and I just saw him the day before."
"The day before? What do you mean the day before? You were at the Precinct with me the whole day, and no there is no Charlie that works at the Precinct."
"He was the delivery boy that delivered Detective Beckett's smart board."
"Oh yeah, now that you mention it, I think I do remember him."
I laughed at that "Oh please Dad, like you did. You only had eyes for Beckett. You probably wouldn't have noticed if I dropped dead right in front of you!" He was about to shoot back a reply when we pulled up in front of the school.
"Have a nice day baby." He smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek before driving off to meet Kate somewhere.
After stopping by the attendance office, I headed off to what was left of first period. On most days, I would find class interesting, but today was different. I found myself staring at the clock on the wall waiting for second period to start. I was hardly aware when the teacher called my name for the fifth time to go and get my test score back.
Second period was no better than the first. I was just as restless as before. I asked myself countless times why, but I just figured it was because it was a Monday. As I watched the minutes go by, the last five were the worst. Time seemed to slow down during those minutes. Every second seemed like an hour. Finally at long last the bell rang and I practically sprinted out of there to get to calculus.