"Rachel! I would greatly appreciate it if you paid attention in my class."

I shot up from the loud noise echoing through the room, confused to as where I was, what time it was and what day it even was. I suddenly was wide awake again when I saw Mr. Jones looking my way with his dark eyes piercing through mine. "Sorry." I quietly mumbled. I must have fallen asleep. I gave Mr. Jones a sheepish smile before looking over to Sam who was sitting besides me.

"Did I miss anything? I think I fell asleep." I whispered to the blonde girl who seemed to be amused by the embarrassment I just faced.

She looked at me with those big blue eyes and softly giggled. "You've missed almost the entire class, silly. Didn't you get any sleep last night?"

I let my body fall against the back of the wooden seat and let out a big sigh. "No I couldn't really sleep."

That was a lie, of some sort at least. Me and my boyfriend decided to get high last night. We did some lines with a few of his friends and that resulted in no sleep at all. I stopped using around 6 a.m. so I wouldn't be high anymore when school started, but the comedown was rough this time and I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.

The bell rang and I slowly started packing my bag. Seconds seemed like minutes and everything I did took me more energy than usual. Just raising my arm felt like a workout. I had to wake myself up somehow to survive spanish class, because God knows I wouldn't hold up at this pace, and I didn't want to collapse again during class.

"David, hold up!" I yelled through the classroom while awkwardly making my way to my friend who was about to walk out off the classroom without me. An uncomfortable pain shot through my body. One of the many hints that my body needed to rest, but as usual I decided to ignore it.

"Oh Rach, you look rough." He furrowed his eyebrowns. "What did you do last night?"

I give him a shy smile. I didn't want to say it out loud and I knew how he thought of my weekend activities.

"Ah say no more." He said and gave me a sharp look back. "Be careful though Rachel, I don't want you to make a habit out of this."

He seemed concerned which of course was sweet but I hated seeing it. I didn't want him to be worried about me. I was fine. He never really showed anyone emotions of any kind so when he did, especially when it was concern, I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"I won't. I promise." I said to him while holding out my pinky. A small smile appeared on his face and he locked his pinky with mine.

"I trust you." David said. I wasn't sure if he actually did trust me, but hearing those words was enough for me right now. I cherished these moments we had together because we never really had those. The circumstances around it just weren't too great.

David is a complicated person. It took me years to get through him. He always liked to present himself as some sort of bad boy, one of the populair kids, and although he was, there was so much more to him. He is a big softy but tried to hide that from the world. Fragile masculinity perhaps.

I wasn't much better than him on that part. I was known for never talking. Never opening up. Never showing how I really felt. It's something I'm was not proud of, but I've learned through the hard way that sometimes it's for the best. My friends knew better than to think of me as some emotionless, cold hearted bitch, and that's all that mattered to me.

"Hey I'm gonna quickly try to fix myself up a bit, can you maybe tell the teacher that I'll be ten minutes late?" I asked David.

"Will do." He replied. I watched as he walked off and disappeared around the corner.

I looked at myself in the mirror. David was right, I did look rough. I still had my make-up on from yesterday, my hair was frizzy and the dark circles under my eyes immediately gave away that I was sleep deprived.

I poured some water on my face and grabbed my make up from my school bag. I didn't use a lot of make up, so I had to work with what I had. My skin has always been very clear so I normally didn't use foundation or concealer, but it could've really helped right now. I applied some mascara and blush to make myself look less dead. I also added some high lighter to hopefully create the illusion I was a normal functioning student.

I searched my pockets for my lipgloss and put some on my lips. I looked up to face my reflection and I wasn't disappointed with the face staring back at me. Never underestimate the power of make-up. I turned on the tap and let the cold water run through my hands. I didn't bring any hair products with me so water will have to be good enough to get rid of the frizziness.

It somehow worked and my long curly hair actually looked decent again. I took one last glance at myself before I headed back to class. I smiled at my own reflection and then realised how stupid that was. To make it better I raised my hand and held up a peace sign. I walked out of the bathroom. A peace sign? Seriously? I mentally slapped myself.

My nerves started to rise when I approached the door and realized I was already late by fifteen minutes. With shaky and sweaty hands I knocked on the door of my classroom and awkwardly waited for the door to open.

The teacher opened the door after what felt like minutes and the classroom went silent for a moment when they saw me walk in way too late. I waited for the teacher to say something about my tardiness, so I turned my head around to face the woman closing the classroom door, wanting to give her an excuse to why I was late before she had the chance to publicly humiliate me.

My jaw figuratively dropped and my eyes widened a bit. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen stood right in front me, waiting for me to explain myself. Instead of making up excuses I took a few seconds to take in what was in front of me. She was a little bit taller than me, her skin had the most beautiful sunkissed tan, her big green eyes were sparkling, her dark, slightly curly hair was half up, half down and perfectly complimented her face. She had full lips that were red and shiny. She was wearing tight black jeans that showed off her long legs, with a small grey jumper. She was wearing a gold necklace with the letter 'a' on it, that kinda matched her small golden earrings. I was in absolute awe of the woman who was standing in front of me.

I snapped back to reality. I must have looked like a complete fool staring at the teacher in front of the whole class. Luckily it had only been a few seconds.

I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry miss for being late." I felt my cheeks burning. The teacher looked back at me. "What is your name?"

"I'm Rachel, Rachel Young."

She nodded. "Welcome Rachel, I'm Ms. Lopez. Your new spanish teacher. Take a seat next to David, and don't be late next time."

"Thank you." I quickly said as I made my way to my seat. I sat down and buried my face in the palm of my hands. This is gonna be an interesting year.

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