One

I slam my alarm off as I roll over on the bed, a loud groan leaving my lips. I wish I could lay in bed for another fifteen minutes but I had to prepare Hazel for school and then get prepared for school my self.

I'm not usually this frustrated in the morning but I had taken an extra shift at the coffee shop because I needed the extra cash which led to me staying up later than my usual time trying to catch up on my school works.

I rolled out of the bed and landed on the floor, my eyes still half closed. I stood up and went to My little sister room. She was nine years old and went to a different school.

She was already in the bathroom when I went into her room. Her head bowed down at the sink brushing her teeth, "Hey, Squiggle" I squeezed her cheek as she slapped my hand with her toothpaste covered hand earning a disgusted eww from me. I opened the tap to wash it off.

I watched as she rinsed her mouth, " Are you okay?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Yeah, I am. Just go prepare breakfast. We're kinda running out of time incase you haven't noticed. You must have slept really late" she said as she prepares to take a shower. I nodded and went out of the bathroom.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Pancakes and scrambled egg, because they were the easiest and quickest.

Fifteen minutes later we were running to the bus stop. Hazel was the first to drop since hers school was before mine. I said goodbye to her and handed her lunch box, earning a swift kiss on the cheek from her.

My school was the next stop. I closed my eye dreading another day at that awful school. The bus stopped and I got out hurriedly. Luckily, I was 5 minutes early.

I headed for my locker which was close to my homeroom class. I tried to avoid the crowd that gathered at the hallway. A mixture of colognes, perfumes, sweet candies and sweat enters my nostrils making me want to gag. I mean, it's just a few minutes before eight how are they already so sweaty.

I sighted my locker in front of me and smiled and quickly rushed towards it before I walked into a wall that I had never realised existed.

Yeah, you got that right. It wasn't a wall. It was Skye Adams, the school hottie.

No, it isn't what you're thinking. I'm not going to end up with him because of some stereotypical nonsense that goes on in high school stories. I'm a nerd, but so is he. Well...he's more of a scholar than a nerd. Unlike me, he is social , rich, happy and hot. And I hate his guts and so does he. He never misses a chance to put me down. We were the schools Tom and Jerry. I hated him with every living tissues I had in me and he knew it. Everyone knew it.

I could see the crowd slowly forming seeing as we had unintentionally collided, again.

I was a nerd, but not the nerd that was timid and easily pushed over. Of course I was Mexican and we never took insults lightly. I wasn't stupid enough to let anyone shove me into a locker or drag me by the hair into the toilet. No offense to the victims that get bullied. I understand that there are just things you can't fight because there are consequences if you do, consequences more severe than the initial punishment. But my mother had always instilled the value of standing up for yourself with your hands or mouth, and boyy, do I have a sharp witted mouth.

I looked up to see him typing aggressively on his phone, a scowl etched on his face, " Hey, Nerd" He Said with a smirk.

"Hey, jerk" I said angrily.

I wasn't in the mood to fight, so I tried to walk past him before he grabbed my arms and drew me back this time more closer, our feets touching. He grabbed my chin and studied my face. I quickly removed my face from his large hands aware of the attention we were already receiving. What does he think he's doing? Is this another ploy of his to annoy me?

No! I didn't feel any butterfly, I know what you're thinking.

"What are you doing? " I asked mustering my biggest glare that could burn him alive. I wish I had lacer eyes.

"Why are your eye bags so big?" Of course, I knew he wanted to insult me, typical Skye. I was about to say something equally nasty, but he continued, " of course you don't ever don't have a eye bag, but today own looks worse. Did you sleep late? You must have been reading really late?" He said, almost looking concerned.

"It's not your business", I said sharply.

" You must be trying really hard. I mean you really want to be at the top, don't you? Well you should stop because no matter how late you sleep you will still be nothing but the second best. Don't kill yourself, your sister needs you" He glared.

Wow!, Who peed in his drink this morning. I mean he's always mean, but today seems more intense.

" Keep my sister out of your filthy mouth, Skye. I don't give a damn if you are at the top or at the bottom. I light my candles because unlike you, things don't come easily to us and we have to work twice as hard. And I'm damn well proud of myself no matter what position I am because I don't have my mummy and daddy sending nanny's to wipe off the drool from my face first thing in the morning. I hope you don't spend one day in my shoes because you might not live to tell the tale. Now get your filthy hands from me!" I said with the most calmest voice I could muster. By the time I walked away from him, I hadn't even noticed that crowds had formed around us.

I was mad at myself for being too useless to not afford a better lifestyle for my sister and I. I was mad at my parents for leaving us so soon cause then I won't have to work two jobs to afford a life or stay up so late reading so I could have a good result to get me a scholarship. I was mad at Skye for having everything good come so easily to him.

I could feel the tears threatening to drop but I shut my eyes telling myself, my mama never raised a weak lady. I was stronger than this and he would have to say meaner things to get this eyes to tear up. He was just a stupid trust fund baby and nothing he says matters.