Waking up for school is always the hardest. I have to set a bunch of alarms just so I can wake up. What can I say? I am a very and I mean very, deep sleeper.

Letting out a loud groan, I sit up on my bed and stretch. I'll have to admit, I don't enjoy waking up early but I do enjoy getting ready. Reluctantly removing myself from the warmth of my bed, I walk up to the closet and look for an outfit to wear. Since it's October, I look for a sweatshirt that will be cute and comfortable at the same time.

After a couple of minutes, I find what I have been searching for. My white sweatshirt, light blue jeans, and my white slip on Vans. Yes I know the outfit is basic but who cares. As long as I look good and feel comfortable in it I'll be fine.

I walk into the bathroom to change and also do my morning routine, which just consists of washing my face and brushing my teeth. When that step is completely I head straight to my vanity to start fixing my mess of a hair and fill in my brows.

Looking at myself in the mirror I check my hair is in place and my brows look good. I've always felt self conscious about how I look. Alison is always telling me I look good and some days I feel like I do but other days I don't. Well, that's what society does to you. You see what other girls look like and start thinking stuff about yourself. But I personally think everyone is unique in their own way. No matter the things you do or say, you're your own person. Embrace it.

Picking up my phone from the night stand I see that it's 7:13am. I usually like leaving the house at 7:15 that way I get to school in like twenty minutes. I like arriving early, mainly because if I arrive late to class everyone will be staring at me. Grabbing my keys I make sure I don't have anything plugged in and then make my way down the stairs to the kitchen.

Mom went to her flower shop early today so she's not here. Dad is obviously at the hospital working. And lastly the only person who shows up whenever he wants isn't her.

Once I get my water from the kitchen, I'm on my way to my car. Locking the front door once I'm outside, I make sure it's locked by jiggling the door handle. When I'm sure enough no one will get into the house, I turn around and march straight to my car. My nice Mom car. My Nissan Rogue.

I've never been too fond of little cars, I don't mind driving them but I just like being spacious you know. Settling myself into the seat, I stick the key in so the car can come to life and turn on my music. Usually during the mornings, playing calm music keeps me relaxed. "Pluto Projector" by Rex Orange County plays and I turn up the volume.

What even relaxes me more is the path I take to school. It's a long street that leads into a neighborhood by school. The street has trees lined up on both sides of the road. The morning sun makes the trees look alive. It's like driving in a tunnel, all you see is random glimpses of light that the trees allow to enter. This is also the time I let go of any tension that I can. Knowing that once I get to the school parking lot everything will come back to me, I enjoy it while I can.

My own personal release.

By the end of the song, I'm nearing the neighborhood which means the end of the street. Taking a deep breath I prepare myself to enter the harsh world again. If only I was able to stay in my own reality.

My mind switches to someone who is changing my view of the world slowly.

Mateo.

He's slowly but surely showing me things I have never yet experienced. That bright smile of his when we're laughing at something that wasn't even funny or the way he furrows his brows at me when I try to explain to him the books I have read before. I'm not going to lie, I'm still beyond terrified of what will happen once I turn eighteen and graduate. But it's like Mateo is taking my mind off of those things and making me focus on spending time with him and I'm enjoying it.

Alison told me she's happy for me. She's happy I met Mateo but also because I seem more in touch with myself. To be honest I don't know what she meant by that but I didn't have the chance to ask why she said that because she changed the subject.

Pulling up into the school parking lot, I take my usual spot. My face lights up with a smile once I see the black truck next to me. Ever since we became friends, Mateo always waits for me so we can walk in together. That's really sweet of him.

I turn off the car, get my backpack, and step out. Mateo is by my side in an instant and I let my eyes roam down his body to look at his outfit. He's wearing his black Converse, dark blue jeans, and a dark green shirt that has white strips horizontally. His dark hair looks fluffy as always. Just makes me want to pull him down and just play with it. His eyes seem a tad bit lighter rather than dark. His perfect white teeth show as he smiles down at me. He's fine like wine. Sorry I had to say it, I was going to say it eventually.

"Good morning sweetheart." Oh yeah, he started calling me sweetheart. I don't mind but I have a feeling he does it because my cheeks start turning red and burning up like crazy. Laughing at his statement I turn around to start walking towards the entrance. "Good morning Mateo. Did you have a good weekend?" I question as he falls into step beside me. He looks down at me with a mischievous grin. "Oh yeah I definitely did. I especially enjoyed that little sleepover we had. It was nice sleeping with you." My eyes widened at what he said.

"Mateo," I gasp and stop in my tracks dramatically while putting a hand on my forehead. "That is no such way to describe our sleepover." He laughs at my theatrics. "Fine fine, let me reword it. It was lovely being able to cuddle you to sleep." I send him a polite nod and continue walking. "That's much better, kind sir."

As we get closer to the entrance Mateo starts walking a bit faster so he reaches the door faster. He always opens the door for me and I find that very sweet of him. I mutter a quick thank you as I walk in and he follows behind me.

Walking in silence to my locker, we hear the chatter of the rest of the students while they try to get to class. The silence doesn't last as Mateo clears his throat and speaks up.

"So I've been meaning to ask you. Adam is throwing a party on Saturday for the game they won last week. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me. Also I believe Alejandro was going to ask Alison and we both know she'll say yes. Soooo will you go with me?" By the time he finishes we're at my locker. I look up at him and see his eyes are wide, his hands are in a praying position and are lifted up and resting underneath his nose covering his mouth.

I mean do I want to go. I don't think I'll do well in a party situation, yes Mateo and Ali will be there but still. Taking a deep breath I make my final decision in my mind.

"Yes Mateo. I'll go with you." His face lights up and he starts chanting "Yes, yes, yes!" Once he calms down he pulls me in for a hug. All I said is that I would go with him to a party, how is he this energetic in the morning too. Obviously, I hugged him back. I can't resist not hugging him, he's just so...huggable.

"I promise you won't regret coming with me." He says as he pulls back from the hug. Right on time the bell rings for everyone to start heading towards their first class. Everyone in the hallway starts heading in their own direction. I turn back to face Mateo and smile. "Well, I gotta get to class. I'll see you at lunch." I say as I adjust my backpack higher up my shoulder. "Okay," he starts walking past me and I just look at him. He turns his head back around before turning out of the hallway. "See you later sweetheart." And with that he turns out of the hall and vanishes out of my sight.

I cover my face with my hands and groan.

That boy is going to be the death of me.