PLOT

[bella loveless.]

Bella grunted, hissed in pain, and then let out a loud string of curses.

"You're fucking shitting me!"

Due to the fact that she indeed had a math test first period, and she was already five minutes late, Bella Loveless was rushing as fast as her body and mind would allow, which was quite possibly faster than she should have allowed herself to move. For if she had been a little slower and a little more aware of her surroundings, stepping onto Kaina's hairbrush wouldn't have happened, and as she stumbled back, she wouldn't have smacked her elbow on the corner of the door frame. However, despite these two wonderful facts, nine chances out of a significant ten, she still would have found herself in a rotten mood. That was how her mornings usually started out.

Hair straightened, check. Plaid skinny jeans, check. Purple kirby t-shirt, check yet again. Make-up? Not check. Rolling her striking green eyes, Bella hurried to the small mirror hanging on the wall beside Kaina's bed - she wasn't sure if she was sleeping, of if the slightly still lump under the blankets was something growing in the blankets. Bella decided not to give the matter any further thought, and proceeded to rim her eyes with two colors of liquid eyeliner; light blue and black.

Maybe today would be a good day, after the math test of course.

Finishing her eyeliner, (a rush job), in a mere few minutes, Bella stopped in her tracks. It was Tuesday. Her math test was Thursday.

[Kiana Hale-Westwick]

"Uh, Bella?" Kiana sat up in bed when she heard her dormmate get up and start getting ready in a hurry. "Our math test is on Thursday. Today is Tuesday."

She slowly got out of bed and groaned. Due to partying late last night, she had a huge hangover. She was always annoyed that her dormmate was underage and couldn't drink legally yet.

Some of the other underagers did, but whenever Kiana found them, she would just laugh and say, "Um, guys, you need to stop, but if you want to die early in jail, fine by me." Sometimes they would stop, but mostly they would laugh and give me the finger.

Finally she stood up and winced, holding her head. "Could you go and get a headache remedy thingy for me?" Her second one that week. "We have Filmmaker 101 this morning, in 20 minutes. Professor James probably won’t mind if you’re late, he’s always flirting with you."

Her phone beeped and she grabbed it for the third time that day. She gave a small burst of laughter and pressed the keys to reply to Bella’s text. Waiting for the reply, she got up and grabbed a pair of dark low-cut skinny jeans and a gold colored tank top. When she got the reply, she smiled and sent a few texts back then grabbed a purple tank top from the desk on the other side of the room.

A few minutes later, she was sitting in front of the full-length mirror leaning against the wall, fully dressed and her now wet hair up in a high pony tail and applying make-up.

[bella loveless.]

"Yeah, Westwick, I'm kind of aware of that now." Bella groaned miserably, which was followed by an atrocious growl. "I hate mornings. Like, I really hate mornings, Kiana. I need a smoke." she winced when she realized what she had said, "sorry, love. I know you hate that. The smoking, thing I mean, since you're all about good health."

As her dorm mate's request for her 'headache remedy thingy', the German girl smirked mischievously and reached her arm over to their desk. "One sec. I'll agree that ya don't look too hot right now. Well, ya look sick, that's what I meant."

She tossed Kiana the bottle, then bolted around the room looking for her aviator sunglasses. She seemed slightly panicked, "Prof flirts with me even more when I have my hot glasses! I need my grade up in that class; not that I'm not completely skilled in every way, I just don't try. Do you have any idea where I put them?!"

"You know, maybe I should be a drama kid, because I really wanna kill myself right now."