"Wake up, sweetie. You don't wanna be late for the first day of your school." Her mom's voice ringed in her ears. "Got it, mom." She tossed the sheets aside, grabbing her phone from the desk.

It was 6:30 a.m. and another day in the life of Kim Crawford. She jumped out of her bed, running to her terrace and instantly smiled when the cool air filled her nostrils.

Kim lifted her hair, making a messy bun before stepping into the shower. She walks out minutes later with her hair blow dried. She slipped on her favourite denim shorts, a blank and pink chequered shirt rolled to the elbows with a black vest inside.

For makeup, she put a tad bit of mostuizer, colorless lip gloss, and a very thin, almost unnoticeable line of eye-liner. She then brushed her honey-blonde hair which was sparkling and noticeably soft, curtesy of the new hair conditioner.

Approving her reflection in the mirror, she grabbed her backpack from her desk and marched down the stairs.

"Good morning, mom." Kim said as she stepped inside the kitchen.

"Morning, honey." Ms. Crawford, her mom, kissed the forehead of her daughter. Her sweet, warm smile instantly turned faded away by seeing the tomboyish look preferred by her daughter.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"What?" Kim asked, glaring her outfit.

"How are you supposed to attract boys dressed like that?" She questioned with her teeth joined together, allowing an almost sqeaky sound.

"I don't want to. And I'm going to school, not a Hollywood-couple party where I won't be allowed without a sleazeball by my side." Kim, irritated by her mother, said.

"You're already fifteen. Look at you. I wanna see you have a romantic life with the guy you like." Ms. Crawford continued with a small smile, indicating that she was imagining 'certain things'.

"So that he can date you, ask you to marry him, and one day when he is all tired of you, he can dissapear, leaving you alone to raise your three-year-old daughter?" Kim said all of that in a flow, not even realising what she just said.

Kim was three when it happened. It was a stupid fight with her dad yelling at her mom for something stupid and her mom staring at the floor, holding back her tears. Kim was three. The poor soul didn't even know how to react. But she was intelligent enough to run up to her weeping mother, throw her arms around her and rub her tiny hand on her back which was not big enough to even hold a TV remote.

"Mom, hey, I'm sorry. It just came out." Kim steeped closer to her mom, hugging her just like she did when she was three.

Ms. Crawford was still, her head was down and she was staring at the floor. A small smile appeared on her face as she hugged back Kim. "It's not your fault. Grab an apple before leaving and be safe, love you." She added, placing a peck on Kim's head.

*At school*

The butterflies had already started dancing sinc the begenning of this morning but as soon as school came in sight, they started doing the aerials and backflips. Kim patted her stomach, shushing down the butterflies and nodding to herself before entering.

Kim stepped inside the building and was already being jostled by the busy teens walking in as well, totally ignoring the confused blonde standing midway. After 2-3useless spins in the Hallway, an idea of asking somebody the Principal's office's address came to her mind.

Her eyes travel to a certain group having two girls, looking like red-velvet cakes because of the heavy makeup they were wearing, three guys having with one of them holding a skateboard in their hand, and the other one hiding his hair in the beanie.

The third guy has his face hidden because Kim was facing his back. He was a brunet, having luscious, dark-chocolate-brown hair, roughly reaching his shoulders. The backpack he had on was hiding the dark-grey shirt he was wearing.

"Hi, I'm new here. Could you tell me where's the principal's office?" Kim tapped on his shoulder, making him look at her.

He glanced at her, then at his gang, and then back at her. With a devious smile on his face, he replied, "Go straight and then turn right at the end of the hallway."

"Thank you." She nodded and set off to where she was told to.

Kim pushed the door, allowing her self in and straight away, her cheeks turned redder than Taylor Swift's reddest lipstick. The Boys' Bathroom? How could he? She screamed, making the half-naked boys there scream along.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know-" She said, turning away. Her hands immediately flew to her face red in embarrassment.

"What are you doing here in the boys' bathroom?" It was the same brunet.

Kim took her hands off her face to see his devious smile once again. "You? But you said-" She was cut off.

"Kim Crawford? Girls shouldn't be here." He said. His elderly voice proved that he was the Principal.

"I know, sir. I didn't know the address, so I asked him and he put me off here." Kim said with whatever energy was left inside her, pointing to the 'real culprit'.

"Hey, don't blame me. It wouldn't kill you to look up before coming in." He had a point, but still.

"Let's close the case right here, and Kim Crawford come with me."

"Go, Kim." The brunet mockingly said.

It was time for lunch and Kim still wasn't over what had happened this morning. She entered the cafeteria and immediately saw the guy who ruined her beautiful morning. Kim slipped away, going to the farthest table where he could not see her, not even by accident.

The place she had chosen was already occupied by two cheerleaders and a girl who was not a cheerleader. Kim slowly walks up to them with a hopeful smile. "Can I sit with you guys?" Uncertainity was obvious in her tone.

"Sure." They replied at once.

Kim had just managed to calm down from the awkwardness when a question about today's morning was asked. "You're Kim Crawford, right? The bathroom girl?" Grace, the non-cheerleader asks.

Kim sheepishly nodded. "Plese don't kick me out."

"We won't, don't worry." The cheerleader, who introduced herself as Rachel, assured Kim.

"What do you do after school?" Stephanie, the other cheerleader asks.

"Karate." Kim instantly answered back.

"You know Karate and you still didn't break that guy's face?" Grace furrowed her eyebrows at her. Kim shoots a 'Why didn't I do it?' look to her.

"Who was he anyways?" Rachel questions with a crease on her forehead.

"I don't know his name. He was tall, had brown hair and-" She turns her head to where he was sitting. "He, that guy over there." Kim adds, slightly raising her arm to point at him.

"Jack Brewer." The three of them yell at the same time, in a realizing tone.

Jack Brewer. So that was the jerk's name.