Sprint for the Starbucks. Go, go, go!
From Create Your Own Story
8 a.m.
A combination of killer traffic, a bitching headache, and driving that probably wasn't reckless enough ensures that no, you don't get to school on time. Not even close. However, around eight-thirty, you do make it to Starbucks.
"One white chocolate mocha, please, with whipped cream," you say smiling sweetly. The lady at the counter rolls her eyes at you when she thinks you're not looking. You debate taking money out of her tip jar, then decide against it.
The long line and bitchy barista leaves you bored, so you people watch a little bit. Ooh, hot college dude. You smile at him, shaking your curls a little bit. He smiles back at you, seemingly clueless, and then leans against the wall, waiting for his coffee. You look at him out of the corner of your eye. He's a little nerdy, from the looks of the glasses and pale, never-seen-the-light-of-day skin, but there is no denying his hotness.
Out the window, you can see a trio of stoners. There's a seedy looking guy in a white wife-beater and black hoodie with dreads, who you decide would be kind of cute if he looked...normal-er. There's another boy, an emo-looking kid with the swoopy Beiber hair you've come to detest. Then there's a chubby girl with short, greasy black hair in a tiny, revealing black tank top. The smoke is rising up around them, but they're doing their best to hide the joint. You realize that you know the chubby girl, her name is Hillary, and you borrowed her iPod a week back in Chemistry. Hell, you have it right now.
You kinda want to give Hillary her iPod back now, just to check out the stoner kid circle. Then again, next to Mr. Dreadlocks, that college boy is looking hotter buy the second. Emily would be so impressed if you caught a date with a college dude. But oh, right. School. You can probably make it back for half of second period; Emily might be pissed at you for being so retartedly late anyway.
Okay, bitchy barista offers your coffee. Do you:
