I may not be an expert in girls' fashion, but even that outfit is not

#Chapter8 I may not be an expert in girls' fashion, but even that outfit is not

I hate Mondays, because Mondays mean a whole week of school and a whole week of school means stacks of homework and it is tiring as hell. Except when it's fun, but with my life, school weeks are barely fun.

/"Hailey, some cute guy is waiting for you outside,/" my mom shouts from downstairs and I roll my eyes at how my mother describes the unknown person.

I finish putting on my outfit-- sweatpants and a tank top and my converse-- and head downstairs. I'm not in the mood to dress up. I reach the kitchen and grab an apple from the fruit basket and bid my mom a goodbye. I leave the house and see the 'cute guy' my mom said is waiting for me. Tristan. Just the person I want to see on a Monday morning.

Awesome. Note the sarcasm.

/"Get in,/" he says sternly when I reach the car.