My mom called out to my twin brother who was still asleep. It was seven thirty in the morning and once again, my brother would be getting up, and rushing to get dressed, eat breakfast and go brush his teeth, hence making me late for school since I got a ride with him every morning.
"That's just brilliant Mom! I'm going to be late to first period again and will probably get detention, thanks to slow poke Connor."
My mom frowned and set down Connors bowl filled with warm oatmeal. "Connor! Breakfast is ready!"
My father came out of the bathroom with a frown on his face. "What's with all the hollering Gina?" He asked my mom.
"It's nothing Dad. She's just trying to get your lazy son out of bed. I bet he was up painting or playing video games all night. That or looking at porn online."
My dad flashed me an angry face. "Young lady, that's a very crass thing to say."
I shrugged and laughed. My parents were so uptight sometimes. "Chill out Dad. I was joking."
"Well stop with the jokes Missy," my mom warned. "Connor!" She yelled out again.
I was getting frustrated. I stood up and raced over to my brother's room. I banged on the door like a mad person. "Get your ass up Connor!" I yelled.
I heard footsteps and I stepped back. Connor opened his door. His eyes were still half way closed and his jet black hair was pointing everywhere. "Dang Carrie, what the hell?"
"Didn't you hear Mom calling you like a million times? Are you deaf or what?"
"Shut up!" Connor shot back and passed me up. He headed straight to the bathroom, where I knew he'd take another 10 minutes or so. I sighed and walked back to the kitchen. "See Mom, THAT'S the way to wake him up."
My mom nodded. "That wasn't nice Carrie."
My dad was too busy drinking his coffee and reading the local paper to even notice. I sat back down and finished up my oatmeal and toast. Connor came to join us a few minutes later. He wore what he usually did which was a tee shirt of some type; usually it was something like Super Mario or The Ramones. I swear he had more tee shirts than anyone else around. Today he wore a David Bowie tee shirt and his usual baggy blue jeans and had put a cap on to hide his messed up hair, which was getting a bit too long. His blue eyes met my identical icy blue eyes.
"Thanks for the wake up call. Now, Mom and Dad don't have to buy a rooster." He said in a haughty tone.
I rolled my eyes and drank the rest of my orange juice. "Well, if you'd wake your ass up early, I wouldn't have to make noise."
He mumbled something and began eating his breakfast. My dad got up and said he had to hurry off to work and my mom began clearing the table. I sat there watching my twin brother eating.
"What?" He asked when he caught me staring.
"Hurry up and eat! You're going to make me late ... AGAIN."
He shrugged. "That's your fault for not getting your license. You're the only eighteen year old that I know who can't drive."
"I can drive! I just need to retake the test, Stupid!"
He snorted. "You're calling me Stupid? How many times will that be, that you've had to retake the test now Carrie?"
"Who many times have you had a date this year?" I snapped.
"Alright, you two! That's enough! Jesus Christ, you do this every single morning! All you two do is fight! Can't you have one morning where you actually get along?" My mom called out as she rinsed the dishes.
"Sorry Mom, but he was being a jerk."
"A jerk?" Connor yelled.
"I said that's ENOUGH!" My mom said, sternly.
We got quiet. I stood up to go brush my teeth and as I finished I noticed Connor was behind me waiting for his turn.
"Hurry up." He said, impatiently.
"Oh? Now YOU'RE rushing me?"
"Shut up. Move it." He pushed me aside.
I shoved him back. "Jerk."
He laughed and went on to brush his teeth.
We drove to school fighting over which radio station to listen to, as we always do. Luckily the ride to school isn't so long. It only takes 15 minutes to get there. Once we got to school, we hurried off our own separate ways. I went to meet up with my friends, who were not really popular, but then again, we weren't hated. We were just fun.
I watched Connor go meet up with his buddies. They all wore rock band tee shirts. They wore baggy jeans and Vans shoes. They liked to sit outside during lunch and listen to classic rock, like The Doors or The Stones. No one really paid attention to them. No one, meaning females, girls.
I swear I had never seen Connor with a girl. He'd never had a girlfriend, unless you count the time we were in seventh grade and Kacie Yonder held his hand on a dare. Not that Connor was ugly, he was just ... weird. He mumbled a lot and wore his hair too long, covering his eyes. He loved to draw and paint. That was something my dad wasn't so proud of but let slide, since Connor did some pretty damn good paintings. I watched how he and his friends talked and noticed the pretty girls. I didn't have a clue what kind of girls Connor was into. Was he even into girls? It always made me wonder.
"Hey! Guess what?"
My thoughts were interrupted by Jamie, one of my best friends. She was approaching me, along with my friend, Rachel and our other friend, Patti. "Oh God you'll never guess!" she squealed.
I rolled my eyes and leaned on the stairs rail. "Jamie, just tell us. You know we hate it when you do this."
"Yeah. I'm not in no guessing mood." Rachel spat out. She had just been telling us that she and Ralph, her boyfriend had another fight. They fought more than any other couple I knew.
Jamie gulped. "Ok, since you are all in such sour moods, I got invited to a party this Saturday! Uh, not just ANY party, Lauren Goodwin's party!"
We all did a double take. "Huh? Are you feeling ok?" Patti teased and pressed her hand on Jamie's forehead, pretending to check her temperature.
Jamie frowned and pulled back. "What? You don't believe me?"
I laughed. "Jamie, we believe you, but you know there's got to be a reason why Lauren Goodwin would invite you to one of her most FABULOUS parties."
Jamie looked dumbfound. "You don't think she'd want something from me do you?"
We all laughed. "Uh yeah, duh!" Patti replied.
"What the hell could she want from me?" Jamie asked.
"Hmm ... well ... let's see ... you do have Jorge living with you, right?" I asked.
Jamie blinked. Jorge was from Costa Rica, a foreign exchange student that was staying with them for two weeks. He was really supposed to be staying with Jamie's neighbors the Lamberts. Unfortunately, the Lamberts had a death in the family and had to fly out to Canada. Jamie's parents, being sweet, offered to take in Jorge for the meantime. Jorge was tall, dark and handsome. He looked like a real suave type of guy, except he barely spoke English. When Jorge arrived on campus, every girl must have wanted to throw their panties at him. I myself had to admit he gave me a tingly feeling between my legs, but I didn't find myself wanting to bone Jorge like the rest of the Senior girls.
Jamie nodded. "Yeah so what?
"Duh!" Rachel, Patti and I all said simultaneously.
Jamie looked upset. "Well, that figures. I knew it was too good to be true. She did mention for me to bring him."
I put my arm around her and turned her around. We all began walking into the school. "Don't be sad Jamie. Why would you want to go to Lauren Goodwin's party anyway? She's a total snob and likes to use people."
Jamie shrugged. "I might still go. I'll take Jorge. I've never been to a Lauren Goodwin party. It might be fun."
I shook my head. "Ok Jamie. Whatever you say."
During sixth period Bio, I found myself staring out the window. Lauren and her friends were all practicing their new cheers for the last football game of the season. So far, we were undefeated. Like I really cared.
She wore her long brown hair up in a ponytail. It was like the most perfect ponytail I'd seen. I wondered if she had a stylist who came to her house every morning to do her hair. It always seemed she wore her hair in many different and pretty styles.
She was smiling a bit too much. I wondered if Lauren Goodwin was ever unhappy. How could she be? She was rich, beautiful, popular and had her selection of any guy in the Senior Class. Her teeth were super white and straight. Her eyes were a soft green color and she was tall, at least 5'6", which I read somewhere is considered the perfect height for a female. Not to mention her perfect size 4 body. Must be all that damn cheerleading.
I am a mere 5'4", a size 6, with shoulder length dark hair parted in the middle, which everyone thinks I dye and pale blue eyes. My skin is pale and I have a few freckles. My friends always say I am pretty, but when I've seen girls like Lauren Goodwin, I've often questioned my own beauty.
After school was out, I waited for Connor by the music hall. He took guitar class as an elective. He came out with two of his friends, whose names I don't even remember. One guy was tall and lanky, wearing a black tee shirt that said "I'm awake, isn't that enough?" The other was chubby and short, with a goatee.
"Alright, see you all tomorrow!" Connor called out to his friends. They went their separate ways. He saw me and his smile faded.
"Oh, don't look so happy to see me." I mocked.
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's just go."
One the drive back home I didn't feel like arguing with him. I let him put on the classic rock station he always liked to listen to. His eyes stared straight out into the road.
.... There is more of this story ...