At Any Cost | Book One of Exafortespent

By Alma Azura Celia All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Six: Daydreaming & Sucks Pickup Lines

“Hey!” Dad shakes my body vigorously. I let out a groan and roll over to the other side of the bed, gripping the duvet higher, over my head.

“You don’t want to go to school? Fine, I let you be.” And his presence gone within a second.

What’s with the morning grumpiness? I could tell it’s still six in the morning from the freezing air. And, it’s still pretty dark outside. Now, I can’t go back to sleep, thanks to dad.

I sit lazily on my bed, sighing as I can still feel my heavy eyes. I rub my eyes, frowning as I try to get rid of the drowsiness in it. I focus my blurry vision to my alarm clock and keep looking at it until my vision got clearer.

Holy crap! It’s 7.49 already!

I rub my eyes again and blink rapidly, didn’t believe of what I just saw. And stare back at the clock again.

7.50.

I’m going to be late!

I jump off my bed quickly, rushing to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and wash my face quickly until it feels clean enough. I dry my face and run to the closet. I slip my clothes off and let it fall to the floor.

I snatch a pair of high-waisted jeans and a plain white crop tee in sight. I get into it in a flash and take a pair of Converse. I storm out of my room, snatching a hoodie from the hanger and my bag as I run.

“Bye dad! Gotta go!” I run through the front door, and hop into my car as I throw my belongings to the passenger seat. I ignite the engine and stomp on the gas.

Why isn’t he tell me it’s almost 8 in the morning? If he told me that before, I’m sure I would’ve been woke up earlier and not lazying in my comfy bed.

I keep driving my car fast, hands gripping om the steering wheel tightly. I dodge cars swiftly with thoughts of getting late to school swimming in my mind.

I can’t be late, I have to be arrived at school in time. I don’t want to get a detention. Detention is sucks as the taste of pickles. Please god, I don’t want to get punishment because of my own fault of waking up late. Please god, please.

I park my car and cut the engine off, didn’t even realized I’m already panting, like I’ve been running for a mile long. Was that that exhausting?

I look out the car window, seeing other kids still walk around the school casually.

Haha, that mean I’m not late.

I can’t believe this! I’m not late!

I let out a laugh, feeling so relieved that I’m not really late. When my little laugh session over, I look at my phone screen.

7.58.

Wow, that was fast, the fastest record for me. And that could have been in one of the record in the Guinness World Record’s list. I wish someone really watched me and my name would be in the list of it by now.

Daydreaming too much?

I push the thought away and quickly put my Converse and my hoodie on. I get out of my car and run towards the school.

“Hey, where have you been? You make me worried.” Mikaela walk towards me with worries plastered onto her flushing face. She tightens her jacket around her body and walk with me.

“I just woke up,” I glance at my phone, “9 minutes ago and just got here 1 minute ago.” I smile at her smugly.

“The hell?! That was fast.” She looks at me with her wide open eyes and gaping mouth, amazed and shocked at the same time.

“Yeah, I know. At first, I thought I was going to be late. But I’m not! All thanks to myself who has a fucking great skill at driving.”

We walk into the class and the bell rings. We make our way to the back row, that as usual empty, and plop ourselves down onto the chair. As she pulls a cute-looking notebook out of her bag, she asks, “How fast did you drive?”

“I don’t know. Can’t take risks get into a car accident by just looking at the speedometer, right? Oh, and I almost got chased by police.” I grin at her.

“Hell. You crazy bitch!” She looks at me in shock, make me laugh at her look.

“No laughing Miss Reynolds!”


I take a bit of my sandwich and ask, “Cameron, how about the trip you suggest a few weeks ago? I’m free now, so I can go.”

Cameron eyebrows furrow tightly as he looks at me in confusion. “What trip?” I look at him in disbelief.

He’s the one who suggested the trip! How can a person forget his own suggestion? His own idea? So unbelievable!

“Go to Universal Studios?” I look at him with the look of obviousness. After few seconds of eyebrows furrowing, a look of acknowledgement appears on his face.

“Oh, yeah. How about this Saturday?” His gaze lands on each of us for approval.

“Sure.” Mikaela smiles, other and I nod our heads as we glance at each other.

“So, when are we going and whose car we use for the ride?” Cody asks.

“I think it’s better if we go at 8.30. So, when we got there, we can get in straight and don’t have to wait for a long time.

“Okay. The car?” Cody asks again.

“Let’s use Elliot’s Range Rover.” Our eyes landed on Elliot who’s just enjoying his own sandwich and then look up at us, stopping himself from chewing. He looks back at our eyes one at a time, putting down his sandwich slowly, and say, “Sure. No problem.” He shrugs and continue himself on chewing. “Oh, and don’t worry about the tickets, I’ll pay.” He adds.

“Are you serious? Is that even okay?” I look at him, surprised.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Besides, Saturday is my birthday. So, yeah, I’ll pay for you guys.” He replies.

“Really? Thanks, Elliot.” Claire smiles at him. Our thank you's said to him, and he keeps nodding with a smile on his face. “Don’t mention it. It’s fine, really.”

And after that, silence swept across the table. We look at each other awkwardly, not even one of us letting out a word t break the silence. And, I decide to break the silence with the only word I have in mind.

“So?” I look at them questioningly.

“So?” Claire looks back at me with confusion still plastered on her face.

All of us continues to look at each other in confusion again with awkwardness hang between all of us. Why is this feel weird? We never run out of topic to talk about before.

Have no idea for what to talk about anymore, we all shrugs at each other and walk out of the cafeteria.


Hmm, no homework, no assignment, and no lessons! I’m free!

I jump onto my bed and check my phone for any messages. Texts from Claire, Elliot, and Cameron! I grin at the names and read Claire’s text first.

C: 'Hey, are you free this Sunday? In the mood to do something :)'

M: 'I’m free. What do you want to d anyway?'

C: 'How about a sleepover? It’s been ages since the last we done that :('

I scoff at her reply, shaking my head at her silliness. We actually just had a sleepover at Mikaela’s 2 weeks ago.

M: 'Of course. Let’s just do that at mine. And don’t forget to invite Mikaela too.'

C: 'Sure! Can’t wait for Sunday to come!'

M: 'Me too.'

C: 'Bye, I guess I have to sleep now or else my mom would take my phone again.'

M: 'Okay. Bye.'

I open the text from Elliot and read it right away.

E: 'Hey, Soph'

M: 'Hey, what’s up?'

E: 'Nothing. Just got bored.'

S: 'Oh.'

E: 'Can I tell you something?'

What does he want to tell me?

I shrug my shoulders and type down a reply.

M: 'Sure.'

E: 'Are you a snake? Because your poison is killing me. But I don’t mind it because it’s you ;)'

I can’t help myself but let out a snort at his cringy pickup line. What’s wrong with him? To be honest, that was the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard and known.

M: 'The hell Elliot?'

E: 'Nothing. Bye I gotta go.'

M: 'Bye.'

The heck is wrong with guys nowadays? They’re getting weirder day after day. I shake my head at Elliot’s text and open the text from Cameron, quickly reading it.

C: 'Sophie'

M: 'Yes?'

C: 'Are you a drug? Because I’m addicted to you ;)'

M: 'You've got to be shitting me! First was Elliot. And then it’s you! What the heck is wrong with you guys?'

C: 'Nothing. Bye.'

M: 'I’m serious! You can't get away from this. Tell me this is not a bet or something.'

C: 'No, this is not. Trust me. We’re just messing on you. And some other girls too. No need to worry about us betting on you.'

But still, it’s pissing me off even though it’s not a bet. I mean, who is messing around texting girls using a sucks pickup line? It’s just so weird.

Sophie: 'Fuck you.'

Cameron: 'You pick the time and I’ll come anytime you want to ;)'

Embarrassed, heat starting to crawl up my cheek. Though he can’t see me, I know he knows my face already the same color of a tomato. I know he’s not serious about that but...

Shit, what am I even thinking about now? And what is attractive guys have in that body and mind of theirs? Because it’s really getting into my mind and driving me crazy slowly in each day. What am I even talking about? Ugh, forget about it.

M: 'Ugh, shut up.'

I quickly put my away and turn the lights off.

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