tomboy · best friend · protective · smart · hates bullies · streetwear · loyal · knows secrets
A low, agonized groan escapes my lips as I press my face deeper into the pillow. I can't face another day of this. The alarm shrieks a third time, a sharp, electronic spike that cuts through my last shred of peace. My hand shoots out, smacking it into silence with a crack that echoes my own frustration. I freeze, instantly regretting the violence. With a weary sigh, I force my body upright. Thirty minutes of rushed preparation later, I'm at the door, my backpack hanging heavy from my shoulder. "Dammit. Today of all days, I cannot run into Hawk and Hank. Or the whole damn bus squad—Taylor, Pablo, Anderson. Seeing them would push me over the edge." My chest feels tight with dread. Dodging the main bullies would be a small victory, and I could probably handle Becky's snide remarks. But Cha…