Chapter Three

Shit!

Okay, so I was late!

Although I had everything straightened out last night before going to bed, from arranging my backpack to laying out my outfit for the next day down to the undergarments I would be wearing, it looks like today was planning on being a mess up, like a shit load of mess up.

First, my alarm which was usually so loud that it could even wake up Mom and Leo somehow failed to wake me up this morning, had it not been for Leo annoyingly barging into my room to use my skincare and waking me up in the process through his terrible singing that could wake the whole of Rixon Hills, not because it was loud per se but because of how bad and off key it sounds. Safe to say, a musical genius Leo is not, and although someone should let him know, that someone won't be me, I would leave it for Mom or Elsie, his girlfriend, I’m not opening that can of worms.

   Standing in front of my large wall mirror, thirty minutes later after a rushed shower and dress-up routine, I take a good look at myself. I wasn't exactly a bombshell, like the Hadid sisters’ bombshell, because let’s be honest, few people were Hadid sisters' bombshell level, but I was hot in my way. Standing at 5'6 I am average height for a 17-year-old girl. Coupled with my dark hair that fell to my mid back, deep gray eyes, tan skin with a few smattering of freckles on my nose, cheeks, and chest, and naturally full pink lips, I would give myself an eight on a scale of one to ten because girls, come on, we've got to hype ourselves more. Further, as an early bloomer, I had big boobs but an average ass and hips. In summary, I liked my body, and admiring it in front of my mirror once in a while gave me that boost of confidence to start the day off properly.

 However, what I loved most about myself was my fashion sense. I dressed like it was nobody's business and honestly, it wasn't. Like today I paired a dark blue denim dress that fell to a few inches above my knee, with black calf-high combat boots and a few gold-colored bangles on my right wrist, and my Apple watch on my left wrist. I fix my hair in a quick messy bun, with just the right amount of tendrils slipping out of it, and applied my makeup which consisted of a little mascara, eyeliner, and my favorite colorless lip balm.

As I rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen, I greeted my mom making sure she noticed me dressed and ready for school. I had just barely taken two bites of the pancakes Mom placed in front of me and Leo, who wolfed his down in seconds when I heard the sound of Cassis’s BMW horning in urgency. Great, we were late.

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As we strolled through the hallways towards the lockers upon arriving at Rixon High, I had to admit barely anything had changed during the break, everything looked pretty much the same and I wondered if my senior year would be a boring or eventful one, from the looks of things, its giving boring already and I had to admit I was a bit disappointed. I couldn't help getting annoyed at the many predictable stares following me, expectant, and waiting to see what I would do about the chair situation. Well, they would be waiting for forever because I already had this planned out. I'd stay calm because this unsuspecting Roman Masters probably didn't know what he was getting into and he wasn't worth wasting my months of therapy. He would be dealing with calm and graceful Lindsey. I left the quick-to-anger one back in sophomore last year, and I wouldn’t be providing free entertainment for anyone this year, I'm leaving that to the drama team. To enjoy the drama and not be part of the drama was my plan as a senior.

Classes rushed by pretty uneventfully and I was tired already. I guess I would need a few more days before my system would go back to getting used to having back-to-back classes nearly every day.  I only hoped the rest of the day would go by the same. As I went to the cafeteria looking for Cassie during lunch, someone bumped into me from behind, it was Oliver my ex-boyfriend. We dated last year for a couple of months but later broke up after realizing that there wasn't any chemistry between us. Without any awkward feelings, we remained friends. He looked pretty much the same as he had before the break, with a messy head of light blond hair and green eyes.

“Hey Lin, sorry I didn't see you,” he said with his usual side smile. Wait, is it just me or does he look cuter than he did before the break? Huh, interesting I thought to myself before replying to him.

“No problem Ollie, have you seen Cassie?” I asked, using his nickname, which instantly made his ears turn red at the tips.

“No but you can sit with me and Mitchell” he suggested, indicating behind to where his friend Mitchell stood, speaking with Aaron Fliken a player from our basketball team, Ruben Dias another basketball player, although Ruben mostly warms the bench, and a blond girl, I think her name was Willow or something like that but she was a cheerleader and I'm not very acquainted with that crowd so I can't be too sure.

“Thanks but I've got something important to do,” I say with a small smile rejecting his offer.

A look I couldn't quite place crossed his features as he nodded his head and swaggered off, with Mitchell and the rest joining him in the direction of the cafeteria.

Rather than going to lunch alone, I turned and headed for the library. At the entrance, I came across Mr. Travis, the librarian, a man in his early forties although due to all the salt on his salt-and-pepper hair, he looked like he could pass for a sixty-something-year-old man.

“Hey Missy” he greeted me with his usual nickname for me, how that came about, I'm still unaware even after answering to it since my freshman days

“Hey Mr. Travis, do you know where I can find anything about this?” I asked handing him a script with a text that broadly stated: OLYMPIAN (The Greek gods)

“Not really, but try the west wing, and luck may find you” He replied like he was putting out statements for a fortune Cookie.