Pierce
"Zerek Alexander Pierce! Get your ass up, now! I swear to God if you make me come up those stairs I'm kicking your ass!"
Pierce simply groaned, flopping over on his king-sized bed. His red blanket was already laying to the left side of said bed, as usual. During the middle of the night it never failed, he managed to sling it off himself without knowing, always getting a little too hot beneath the thick mass of covers due to the fact he's hotter than most. He stared up at the ceiling with blurry vision for a few seconds before finally rubbing his eyes.
I'm surprised he can yell this morning. Shouldn't he have a booming headache? Pierce thought as he sat up slowly, stretching. Most nights his father would get hammered, last night wasn't an exception. He didn't mind, he just hated that his sister, Ana, had to see their dad like that. Usually, Pierce was out of the house before he even woke up in the mornings, making sure his sister was, too.
"Pierce!!" His father shouted again from his place on the couch in the living room.
"I'm up!" Zerek finally yelled back, shaking his head as he slung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood abruptly. He stretched once more, making a deeping 'Mmm'- ing sound as he done so. His gaze then flickered to his large, digital clock sitting on his plain oak dresser; an alarm clock, I grant you. He never used it. The bright red numbers shown in the dim room, dark curtains preventing any sunlight to make it's way in. The clock read 7:30 a.m.
"Shit!" Pierce hissed in under his beath, kicking himself into high gear instantly. Only thirty minutes to get everything done. He ran into the bathroom which was connected to his room, as he was doing so stripping off his clothes which consisted of only his Batman boxers(attractive, right?). Falling into the shower he turned on the water, accidently flipping on the cold. His chocolate brown eyes tripled in size, and he bit back a few choiced words, twisting on the hot water quickly.
Five extremely fast minutes later Pierce was stumbling from the bathroom with a towel loosly wrapped around his waist. "Lights, lights, lights.." he grumbled, feeling along his wall for the light switch. Finding it, he successfully flicked on the lights, practically running to his dresser. He randomly grasped at an outfit which came out to be a pair of faded jeans and a plain black tee shirt. Tugging his clothes on he sped over to his full length mirror, running his hands through his hair a few times, before grabbing up his chocolate Axe cologne, spraying it on swiftly. He looked back at the clock. The numbers on it taunted him, 7:56 a.m.. Pierce groaned, jogging from his room he grabbed his backpack and his worn leather jacket.
Though he was in a hurry he paused at his sister's room, opening the door and peeking inside. Of course she was already gone! That seemed to be the only thing Ana was on time for: School. Unlike Pierce who was late for anything and everything. He was always told he'd be late for his own funeral. Jogging down the stairs he stopped in the "doorway" where you walked into the living room.
There his dad sat with a beer bottle in one hand, the t.v. remote casually resting in his other.
"Couldn't even wait until five o'clock, could you?" Zerek spoke acidly, clenching his jaw. His father didn't even look at him, and kept turning the channel, never staying on one too long.
"I don't work until six tonight." Was his response.
Pierce snickered, grabbing the keys to his motorbike off the hallway table before walking out of the house. He made sure to slam the door shut. What made him mad was that his father was a smart man. A really smart man. He was a doctor. A doctor!! But once Zerek's mom died, his father turned to drinking. Once that happened he lost his job. It pissed Pierce off that he was such a dead beat! He hated him for becoming weak once she died. Now, his father worked in a small factory shipping off cans of vegetables. Not a dream job. Yet, it just pushed Pierce to be better than him.
Sliding onto his motorbike, he started it up, pulling from the driveway. He screeched the tires leaving, but there was no use. He was already late for school.
*****
Pierce casually walked up to the second building of the school, tugging the double doors out of his way. No one to be seen, which meant...Everyone was in class. All in a days work to keep the image. he thought sarcastically, strolling over and slipping into the library; his first period was a "whatever" class, teaching you "Online Basics" of how to edit sites, etc. A plus of being a senior. It was held, well, in the library. Pulling the door out of his way, he paused briefly, arching a dark eyebrow. Kenna Hamilton and Finn Holmes stood in the center of the library in front of a camera. What the- ? Oh, broadcast. Pierce gave a slight nod, walking fully inside, letting the door swing shut. He fixed his backpack on his shoulder nonchalantly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The librarian glanced over at him, narrowing her eyes. He gave lopsided smile, and she simply rolled her eyes, shaking her head. He'd practically been late each day since coming back to school.
Zerek walked over, standing a little ways behind the camera, smirking at the two friends.
Finn
Finley had woke up around six o'clock a.m and took a shower grudingly. It was too early for such things, naturally, and she spent most of the time with her head leaning against the wall rather than actually washing. At one point she even fell back asleep in the shower. Usually she woke up in a fairly good mood, but it was Monday and she especially disliked those days. She only looked forward to the Broadcast, and that was about it. When she finally forced herself from the shower she wrapped a towel around herself and moved into her bedroom.
There, her large grey and white Great Dane, Jake, lay on her bed. He always done that when he seen her get up. Lazy thing. The name Jake came from being a twelve year old girl, and having a love for Adventure Time. Since everyone called her Finn, she, naturally, needed a Jake. Giving a slight smile she walked over to her dresser, crouching down and opening a drawer. There, she pulled out her Star Wars tee shirt, and a pair of red skinny jeans. Once dressed she slowly walked into the bathroom and started messing with her hair. It was a hopeless case. She decided to leave it in its natural, loose curls, but of course, there was one curl on the right side of her head that liked sticking out further than the others. With the grunt, Finn narrowed her eyes at the reflection of her hair in the mirror, then began attacking the curl with hairspray.
After getting completely ready she glanced over at the digital clock sitting on top of her small t.v. 6:41 a.m. Still plenty of time before having to really be at school. Sighing, Finley walked over to her bedroom window. Her window was directly across from Evan Voltz's bedroom window. Yeah, Mr. Quarterback himself. Believe it or not, he was her best guy friend. Or, well, at least the last time she checked he was. Lately they hadn't been able to really talk. He was busy with his jock stuff and flaunting over little miss Cassie Hamilton, and Finn, well, she was busy being Finn. Rolling her eyes towards the ceiling she turned around, walking across the room and grabbing her backpack off the hook she hung it on, slinging one strap casually over her shoulder. She then snatched up her car keys off her bed-side table, scratching the Great Dane behind the ear.
"Cya' after school, Jake." she murmured with a small smile, exiting the bedroom. Out in the hallway the smell of coffee and something else hit her full-force. She blinked a couple times, tiptoeing down the stairs. Peeking around the corner into the kitchen, she grinned. "Hey, dad!" she mused, walking in fully and over to the island in the center of the kitchen, leaning against it. Her father sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and reading over a few files. When she walked in he peered over his thick-brimmed glasses at her.
"Finley!" he chirped, an odd twinkle entering his dark blue gaze. He lifted his free hand. "May the force be with you, young padawan." His tone was extremely serious, which only added to the humor. Finn's lips twitched and she busted out laughing, reaching forward and picking up a bright red apple.
"Why thank you, master!" she played along, feeling like a real nerd. "Is mom still asleep?" Her dad's playful expression seemed to vanish fairly fast.
"Yeah, she wasn't feeling too good, so I let her sleep in. I made ya' breakfast, kiddo!" he said, nodding towards the stove. Finley followed his nod, gripping the counter to keep herself grounded. There, on the stove, in a skillet, laid a heaping amount of burnt eggs; the source of the other smell. She bit her lower lip.
"Uhm, Thank..Dad, but, uh, I have to get to school! I have a club meeting!" she jogged over to him, kissing his cheek quickly. "But thanks for the thought, you can have them. Remember to get Jonah up for school, love you, bye!" Before he could say another word she made a mad dash out the door, practically lunging for her car. Like always, as she started her simple, blue Jeep Wrangler she gazed over at Ev's house. He hadn't left yet, but she knew he was already up. That boy seemed to rise even before the sun itself did! Shaking her head, she pulled from the driveway and headed towards her own personal Hell.
*****
When she finally made it to school it was about 7:46 a.m.. She parked in her regular parking spot, sliding out of her car. She then grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder, absentmindedly tossing the corpse of the apple she ate on the way to school on the ground. She immediately heard her name.
"Finn! Fiiinnnn!!"
Finn had to keep herself from sighing aloud, turning around as she shut her car door. It was Emma Murphy, a girl that was on the school's newspaper staff with her. "Hey, Emma." she greeted, slowly walking towards the second building.
"Finn! I need you to do me a big favor.." Emma gushed, her green eyes the size of dinner plates. Finley arched a brow, nodding a bit.
"Wiii-th?" she asked, pressing on for more information. Even though Emma was taller than Finn, she fidgeted nervously with the end of her pink shirt as if Finn was going to beat her up, and take her lunch money.
"I can't make it to the first football game Friday, so I won't be able to take pictures or interview some of the players after the game for the paper!" She said it so fast Finn had to pause, and replay the sentence in her head. Emmmaaa.. she thoughy exhaustedly, shaking her head.
"And you want me to do all that for you?" she asked, yet she already knew the answer. Emma nodded frantically. Finn sighed aloud this time, running a hand back through her hair. "Sure, consider it done."
"Thank you so much, Finn, you're a life saver!!" Emma squealed, giving her an awkward hug before she dashed off across the parking lot. Finley mentally face-palmed, walking into the building then into the library. How was she suppose to get all that done if- Well, she'd be at the game, anyway, and it'd give her a chance to talk to Danny Thompson. That was a plus. Finn smiled, tossing her backpack to the ground.
"Morning, Finn!" Bently, the "kid" who always filmed her and Kenna for the Broadcast greeted. He stood behind the camera, wearing one of his signature checker-board shirts.
"Ben!" she yelled, causing a wicked look from the librarian as she walked over and high-fived him. Ben simply grinned, shrugging his shoulders.
It wasn't long until the library's door opened once more, and she heard the name she was waiting for..
"Sherlockkkk.." Finn jumped up from the small chair she was sitting on.
"Watson, you were almost late!" she teased, wagging her finger at her friend when she spotted her coming around a bookcase. "Are you ready for this amazing broadcast?!" she then asked, stepping back once, glancing over her shoulder. Looking out a window she spotted Evan in the other building. She looked at him briefly before bringing her attention back to her friend.