DIFFERENT [BWWM]

Knock knock knock

Sometimes I wonder why I just can't sleep in peace in this house.

"Come in" I murmur

"Hey sweetie, get up, you don't want to be late for you first day of senior year" my mom says.

"Like I care about that crap anyways" I say.

I love school, but something about senior year just doesn't make it roll.

You know I feel like the higher I go, the tougher it becomes.

Know that feeling?

I guess you don't

"Most of the high schoolers I know love senior year, I don't get why you don't" my mom says.

"Mom, we've gone through this over and over again, I. Am. Not. Most. High schoolers. You

Know" I say

"I am me" I continue "and I'd love it if you stop comparing me"

"Okay, you know what? I'm sorry, now get ready and come down, your breakfast is ready, I don't want you getting late so your dad will drop you off and I'll come get you after school, tomorrow then you start driving your car" she sternly states

"Alright" I mutter and shove her out of my room and strip out off my clothes and have a shower.

I'd wanted to argue, but something about the look she was giving me told me clearly not to. So I just obeyed.

I don't know how she is eight months heavily pregnant but still gets to control my life this way. Moms!

I get out of the shower and brush my teeth. I normally do that before I shower but my thinking got the best of me. My bestfriend tell me I think too much and I guess she's right.

I leave the bathroom and go to my walk in closet. I open the french doors leading to my balcony to let fresh air inside whilst I get dressed. I remember drawing on my back then pink walls when I was six years old. Life was so much easier at that time, but I got in trouble for it. My now lavender and black theme walls is just my taste.

I'm not the rich type of girl who has money running all over her but I guess I'm okay. Better than others if you ask me. My dad makes sure I don't lack anything. Considering I'm a daddy's girl. Oh I hate that man sooo much.

I now decide it's time to find an outfit. I don't take forever looking for an outfit but I sure do dress well.

Unlike some black girls, I don't hate my skin or my body. Infact I love it. And I want to expose it not cover it with a hoodie, if you know what I mean. Let's see what will work for me...

I choose a tattered jeans with a plain white T shirt with my white Jordans and my red Nike back pack.

I apply a little lip gloss and a little mascara. I'm not really a makeup fun so yeah.

I pick my iPhone ad rush downstairs. It was a birthday gift from dad for my 18th birthday. It is actually gold plated. Amazing father.

Like I said, I hate him sooo much.

"Hi dad" I greet

"Hi honey, so how do you feel about senior year? " he asks

"You know me dad, nothing special" I admit

"Whatever the difference, learn hard for me okay, you know you could do really good with a university scholarship" he says

"James!" My mom repremands

My dad wants me to go for the university challenge but my mom thinks it'll stress me out but I don't see anything wrong with it. I honestly don't know what my mom's problem is. Baby hormones getting the best of her. Mood swings.

I take a seat on the dining table while my mom serves me with egg and cheese hash brown waffles.

"Look mom, I don't have a problem learning for a scholarship, it will even boost my grades at school so stop letting your mood swings get the best of you and leave dad alone." I tell her

"Whatever you say, I just wanted the best for you" she says

"Tsk, if you say it like that's it's like my father doesn't want the best for me, look I've gotta go, I'll go with my car, already dad is late and so am I, so see you later. Bye!" I rise from my seat and kiss dad's cheeks, I grab my keys to my to my red Porsche and walk out.

At least I get to start using my car today

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***

It doesn't take me more than fifteen minutes to reach school.

I have ten minutes before class so I learn for my chemistry test. I'm a straight A report card student so I don't take a by joke when it comes to studying, risking a 4.8 GPA is not really ideal. Satisfied with what I've learnt, I pack my stuff and lock my car. I walk into the school hallways and spot my best friend Mackenzie Brooke leaning against my locker.

We met at the homeroom on the first day of Freshman year and we've bonded since then.

She's a very pretty girl, with all the good curves and the ass every guy wanna keep. Unlike me, she's not black, but since no one sees any good thing behind racism, thank God, she's my bestest friend. It gets better by the second, if you know what I mean.

I walk over to her and pull her into a bone crushing hug.

"Hey girl, look at you looking all radiant. Nice tan by the way" I say.

She went to Hawaii for the vacations. I was suppose to go with her but dad had a business meeting in London and he wanted us to come with.  Being the sweet one that I am I couldn't decline.

"You don't look too bad yourself Daky" she replies.

Upon all nicknames you could give Dakota this girl came up with Daky. That's my best friend for you.

"Tell me about it" I say and we both chuckle.

"Hey look over there, Jason is staring intently at you" she says.

Come to think about it I can feel someone's stares burning at the corner of my eyes. I turn my head and look. She's actually right. We lock eyes with each other. I keep staring thinking he'll look away. But he is still staring. I roll my eyes and look elsewhere.

Jason Roberts is one of the school's hottest guys, infact he's the only hottest guy in the school.

But I don't know. I don't seem to drool over him like other girls do.

All the girls wants him

Every boy wants to be like him

He is rich

He is handsome

But. Just. Not. My. Type.

I don't even know what my type is.

God help me.

"I can see he likes you" Lara says.

"Oh stop it Lay" I reprimand

"Fine, let's go to class before we get a detention" she says and pulls me off to class.

Author's Note:

Hi guys, it's Ariel here. This is my new story

This is the first chapter so please bear with me .

Thanks for all your support...

Until then...

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