Changing Him

"Lauren!"                             My mother's raised voice came muffled through the pillow I was hiding under. I made a few grumbly noises and smothered my face down further into my sheets, attempting to block her out.                             1, 2, 3 seconds passed in silence, and I began to relax, thinking she'd given up and walked away. Instead, I felt cold air hit my back as my blanket was ripped off of me.                             "Lauren!"                             When it became clear she wasn't going to

I couldn't throw myself into the car fast enough when my mom pulled up after school. Apparently, Trent had already made some friends that were going to bring him home later, so it was just me and mom in the car.                       "Hi honey, how was it?" Mom asked.                       I threw my bag on the floor of the car and curled up into a little ball in my seat, frowning. I seriously considered telling her everything, but decided against it. "It was...fine."                       "I'm glad, honey! I told you everything would work out."                       I

Once we were settled into his car, I ran my hand over the butter colored leather of the seats. "How...fancy," I muttered to myself.                       Tyler either didn't hear or simply chose not to acknowledge my commentary. Instead, he simply leaned back in his seat and put the car into gear, only one hand on the steering wheel. Once we pulled out of the lot, he started driving like a madman, quickly gaining speed until he was soon 25 miles over the limit.                       I wasn't sure about him, but I didn't fancy dying today.                       "Slow down, god damn it!" I all but yelled, gripping the door handle. He either didn't hear me or was ignoring me (I was bet

"Um...hi?" I finally said something to Tyler, frowning up at him.                       Why was he here? How did he even manage to find out about my date?                       My eyes narrowed in thought. Trent.                       He smirked, his grip around my waist not loosening. "Well, well, well, Lauren, stalking me to the movie theater, huh?"                      My jaw dropped. Oh. So maybe he wasn't here because he knew about my date with Brandon. "No I'm not!" I exclaimed.                      

"Ms. Blake...Lauren."   "Yes?" I snapped out of my zoned out state. Immediately, I felt several pairs of eyes directed at me.   "What type of narrator do we have in this story?" Mr. Fields stood at the front of the room with a smug smile on his face, assuming I wouldn't know.   I smirked and leaned back in my chair at ease, causing his eyes to narrow. "That would be an unreliable narrator."   He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, not very enthusiastically.   I had made sure to read the first two chapters of the new story we are reading in class last night, so I wouldn't have to focus much today. And no, I would never go as far as to call myself a "nerd", I just liked getting good grades.   I smiled at Mr. Fields until he broke our