Now let me just say that I am incredibly shocked that I have even made it to senior year in the first place considering everything I've done since starting high school. During my freshman year, I got into at least ten fights and got caught selling alcohol in school. During sophomore year, I got caught smoking weed, well pretty much anywhere you can think of to try and smoke it on campus. During Junior year, I got caught having sex in the bathroom and on the principal's desk. I mean, these are just a few prime examples of why I wouldn't have been surprised if I got expelled. I've acquired quite a rap sheet in good old principal Davis's filing cabinet and it's only getting longer. On the bright side I had always been pretty good at finding my way out of consequences. I just acted sincerely apologetic, then I'd light up another blunt in a better spot two hours later. I know what you're thinking, "how has this girl not gotten expelled," I have no fucking idea.

Today marks the first day of my last year in prison, I mean high school, and let me just tell you that I have no intentions of changing my habits. I had put on my shortest pair of jean shorts and a black crop top before making my way downstairs, and I could tell my parents, well adopted parents, were not thrilled.

"You are not wearing that." Scott stated, his gaze on me with his signature glass in hand

"I am actually." I smirked as I walked into the kitchen to grab an apple

Sarah scoffed and shook her head "Why do you have to be so difficult, Blair?"

I shrugged and took a bite from the crisp apple before muttering a quick "No clue."

I quickly made my way to the front door, where my skateboard and backpack were placed in anticipation of this morning. I pulled the bag onto my shoulder before grabbing my skateboard and looking at them.

"Have a great day." I half-heartedly grumbled before opening the front door

"Blair, come eat breakfast with us!" I heard Sarah call after me as I slammed the door shut behind me

To be fair, I hate Scott, but I don't exactly dislike Sarah, other than the fact that she always picks him over me. They had adopted me when I was only ten and had been home approximately ten percent of the time since. Scott is some big-shot businessman, so he travels a lot, and Sarah goes along with him for almost every trip. I had never minded our arrangement in the slightest though. They trusted me to be home alone, and I cleaned up the parties before they returned. It might be lonely at times but I'd rather be alone forever than sleep under the same roof as Scott every night.

I dropped my skateboard to the cement and started riding along the sidewalks toward Phillips High. It was a place I'd come to love and mostly hate over the past three years. Highschool has to single-handedly one of the worst ideas anyone has ever had. I mean, it's a bunch of horny hormonal teenagers thrown into a hot ass building all day to learn a bunch of boring shit hardly any of us are actually interested in. Personally, I'd much rather skateboard and get high all day, but here I am about to attend a bunch of pointless classes.

As I arrived at the dreaded place, I kicked my skateboard up and smirked at a group of freshman girls who were hardcore checking me out before walking inside. I was notoriously known as the school dyke, and it didn't bother me in the slightest. It made every girl here aware that I was single and ready to take them out to eat.

"Blair!" I heard a high pitched voice yell from down the hall

I spotted her quickly and smiled as she approached me, it was my best friend Callie, whom I had known since freshman year. We were honestly unlikely friends, she was a straight, straight-A student, and I was a lesbian slacker from hell. It worked out for us though, she taught me how to pass classes, and I taught her how to actually have some fun.

"Hey Cal!" I replied pulling her into a tight hug

Her long fiery hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her outfit was a simple pair of skinny jeans and a black tee-shirt. She was a rather conservative dresser, and I picked on her for it relentlessly.

We separated, and I grinned "Still going simple, I see."

She glared at me for a moment before releasing a small laugh "You're such a bitch sometimes."

"I'm less of a bitch to you, though." I smirked as we headed towards our lockers

She rolled her eyes "I guess that's true."

We quickly emptied half of the contents of our backpacks into our lockers before the first-period bell rang. The hallways quickly filled and turned into one giant backed up highway. The Freshmen were the equivalent permit drivers, while the sophomores and Juniors were racing along. As a Senior, I pushed my way through the crowd before finally arriving at my first class, English with Mr. Johnson. I slid into an empty seat between two girls I recognized, and we instantly sparked up a conversation.

"How was your summer, Blair?" Amber asked with a small smirk playing on her lips

I shrugged uninterestedly, "Pretty boring."