Ring... Ring... Ring...
A small groan came from beneath the folds of a deep blue comforter in this regular, old bedroom. As the alarm clock rang, a pale, slender arm reached out toward it, only to slam down hard on the regular, old button. As his blonde, matted hair emerged from beneath the blue waves of bliss, a sweet voice rang out,
"Scott! It's time to get up! You don't want to be late on your first day of school, do you?"
This was just a regular, old day in the life of Scott Jacobs. His mother was downstairs preparing breakfast while he lounged in bed until almost 7:15am. The alarm would go off, he would groggily rise from the warm comfort of his bed, and then he would hobble downstairs to bask in the glory of a warm shower. As he stood beneath the running water, his brain easily and comfortably followed the example of his body, waking up for yet another regular, old day.
Scott was a fairly privileged child, but he wasn't spoiled. He lived in an average home with decent space, his parents fed him and treated him well, the school was pretty close to home, and even his little sister didn't bother him too much. Which was surprising, considering she was at that annoying age of four. But for some reason, she always looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes. He could never understand why. After all, he was just a regular, old guy in this regular, old life. He went to school, did his work, and came home. To him, that just seemed like the natural way to live life. Yet it drove the girls crazy for him. After all, he used to have women confessing their love to him every week until he met Emily.
Ah, Emily... That was one part of his life that wasn't regular or old. She was the gorgeous president of the student council. Unlike all of the other girls, she actually hadn't fallen for him. At one point, she said that he had a "rotten attitude" and she "couldn't understand what everyone made such a huge fuss about." He liked that about her. She didn't treat him like some prince, nor did she idolize anyone at all. In fact, she lead the council with a firm hand and basically treated this school as a business. No bullshit. She was completely unordinary, and she refused to give into anyone, no matter the opposition. That, and she was gorgeous. Scott didn't usually find himself staring at girls, but wow.
She was the very reason that he even joined the council - to be her vice president. Scott had only wanted to spend time with her, to get to know her better, because Lord knows she avoided this "delinquent" whenever she possibly could. She really did used to hate me... I know it pissed her off that everything came so easily to me, but we really do work best as a team. He chuckled at the thought... His Emily, his light. She gave him a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Because with her around, the world wasn't quite so easy, boring, and ordinary.
Once he felt awake enough to face the first day of school - a day full of meetings and paperwork and welcoming events - he shut off the water and began to get dressed. His jeans slipped on easily over his thin frame, and he buttoned his shirt up to properly conceal his toned chest and abs. Over this, he wore a tight, unbuttoned, casual blazer that had quarter-length sleeves to reveal the leather bracelet on his wrist, the precious one with the single white bead. Brushing his teeth quickly, he brushed out his dirty blonde hair, shook it out, and applied his usual deodorant and cologne. There was plenty of time before school, but he had remembered that there were a few things he needed to sort out with the principal before homeroom, concerning the welcome ceremony. Had to leave early, this time.
Lacing up his sneakers, Scott ran downstairs and snatched up his already-packed green backpack and a piece of toast, shoving the latter into his mouth as he went for the door.
"Scottie, aren't you going to eat anything else? You're going to get sick if you don't eat right," his mother called out. His father looked up from his half-eaten meal, perplexed, as he glanced down at the hefty plate of eggs and hashbrowns that were meant for Scott.
"Rumming wafe," He called out through the food in his mouth. Waving quickly, he grabbed his bike from the door and closed it behind him as he began the short ride to school. It was about a five minute bike ride as he rode down beautiful city streets - this really was a nice town. Comfortable...
A regular, old town...
He arrived at the school by 7:45am to chain up his bike and head inside. As they had council meetings all summer, he had already received his class schedule. In fact, this whole day and the rest of his week were already planned out as his parents kept him very on top of his council responsibilities. Apparently, adults all thought being vice president was a big deal. He didn't think so, but they didn't need to worry; he would do the work if it meant staying by Emily's side. Besides, she seemed to enjoy it, and for whatever reason the rest of the students seemed to think he was perfect for the job.
After dropping his bag off in his locker, Scott took his trusty clipboard from where it sat on the top shelf and locked everything up as he went to the principal's office. There were so many things to do before homeroom - after that started, he wouldn't have time to get much done before the entrance ceremony.
"Mr. Richards, I never got an invoice for those flower arrangements... Did they ever arrive?" He asked as he stepped into the bearded man's office. However, he paused when he saw her slim figure standing there, and a smile creeped its way across his face. "Emily..."
"Scott!" She exclaimed excitedly, running up to hug him. "Good morning!"
He laughed and pulled her close by her waist, gently planting a kiss on her forehead. "Good morning." She was so cute. Although he enjoyed her business demeanor, he was very glad that she had warmed up to him enough to drop it while he was around. Even better, he loved that she was always so happy to see him. This regular, old life couldn't be better than that smile.
"No, Scott, I haven't received anything..." The frustrated principal interrupted, rolling his eyes at this public show of affection. It had become a norm with these two, though, as they were tied at the hip the moment they began to lead student council together over a year ago. "And I'm really quite disappointed. Those flowers, the yellow ones, were a symbol of friendship. I want our new students to be welcomed into this school with that aura around them, as if they were already part of our family, here."
Scott sighed and released Emily, unhappy to let such a happy moment go so soon. "I know, sir... I called them three times already, but nobody seems to know where the shipment ended up. We may just have to make due with some lilies from a local shop, if we can even get them, in time..." The principal seemed upset at this and Scott pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "I'll figure it out..." He muttered. Satisfying the principal with that, he turned to Emily. "I guess I've got to go make some quick phone calls... See you at the welcome ceremony?"
She nodded and reached up to give him a small peck on the lips, her arms draped lovingly over his shoulders. "Go work your magic, sweetie." And with those well wishes that filled his heart with butterflies, Scott began walking back toward his locker. She's my rock... He thought happily as he began those inevitable, angry calls. After arguing with the shipping company for a few minutes, he ended up calling a local shop that was more than happy to "do Scott Jacobs a favor". They would bring by their best lilies within the hour, plenty of time for the school staff to set them up during homeroom. Finally, everything was settled and out of the way. He was still irritated at the shipping company, though. Only imbeciles could lose flowers, and they had tried to blame him for he mishap. What a bunch of assholes.
Furious, he grabbed his books and slammed his locker shut, walking to homeroom with building frustration. Yeah, right... like I could ever screw up something so easy. As he got to class, he sat down and began to open up a blank notebook. This teacher was notorious for merciless notes. I never thought they were too much to handle, but I guess everyone else thinks it's too much writing... Sighing, he glanced around. He already knew that Emily wasn't in his homeroom... It didn't really matter who else walked through the door.
As everyone settled in, the class began and Scott was quickly jotting down notes. Most of this is useless information... Why are we even learning it? And notes on the first day just seemed kind of harsh. But whatever the case, he was bored. He wished something interesting would happen, like some lazy chick busting into the classroom unannounced, her face all sweaty and red from running to get there inevitably late.
His head shot up from his notebook as the door slammed open. That was just what was happening. This girl, this weirdly-dressed girl, had disrupted the entire class in her blind panic. Scott had to cover the smirk on his face as he tried not to laugh at his prediction. Well that's one way to make yourself known around here... He thought, amused. Nobody who lived here before would dare be late to this teacher's class. He was ruthless in all of his teaching ways. This girl, albeit new, was pretty stupid. People like that usually irritated him, but in his boredom he found her quite amusing.
Luckily for him, the only open seat was to his side where he could watch this spectacle all day. After all, she was a walking trainwreck. Whatever had made her late this morning, he had to thank it. She was so clumsy it was hilarious. Her papers even fell all over the place as she sat down. Snickering a bit, he scanned her up and down. As class continued, he noticed her seeming to straighten herself out as she got settled. But then he noticed she wasn't taking notes. ... Are you serious? He almost gaped at her. There's no way she'll survive in this class without taking notes... Good luck, idiot. He smirked. This might just be an interesting day, after all...