I sit on the roof, watching the sunrise over the horizon. The coffee steam is blowing away in the wind just like my thoughts. It's another relaxing morning as usual. Until someone ruins it in school. "Adeline, hurry up! I'm going to be late!" Mom shouts through the open window of my bedroom. Every morning I usually go on the roof to watch the sunrise. Not anymore in the winter because two years ago I slipped and fell on the ground, breaking my collarbone. Mom sticks her head out of my window, handing me my backpack. She knows the deal. I get up, balancing on the slanted bottom while handing mom my mug of coffee and grabbing my backpack. I put it on my back, walking to the edge of the roof and sitting down. Mom tells me to be careful while I wrap my legs on the rope that dad made to hang on the edge. I grab on, hanging now on the rope and sliding down till I reach the ground. The spring weather is giving me chills on my bare legs while I head to the car. Mom comes out from the front door while dad locks it. They kiss each other goodbye while dad goes in his car and mom and I go in hers. Dad leaves the driveway first than we do, turning the other way towards school. "Do you have any tests today?" Mom asks me while I'm staring down at the screen of my cell phone. I'm on Instagram, staring down at the picture of my ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. I frown at the caption he wrote 'missing my baby a little extra today'. "Is that John?" I flinch at mom's words while she's still driving but still trying to look at my phone. "His girlfriend is cute." "Wow, thanks mom. I like your comments even though he was my boyfriend once." "But it wasn't like you guys hate each other now." She's right. John moved in the fall and I knew a long-term relationship wasn't going to work. He didn't seem upset about breaking up but I guess now he seems happy with his new girlfriend. I sigh, slipping my phone in my bag when I realize that we are in the schools parking. "I'll get over it." "You seem like you already have." Mom says, stopping in front of the curb, the schools doors open for students to walk in. "It still bothers me." I open the door, getting out of the car and grabbing my backpack. Before I shut the door, mom got me to my attention. "Listen, Adeline. Love takes time, you will find that boy... soon." I nod to her shutting the door and walking into the school. Rebecca, my best friend meets me at my locker while we walk to lunch together. We both stop at the table we usually sit at and I drop my bag on the floor. A group of our friends meet us and we all sit together but Rebecca seemed pretty intense to tell me something. "So, Jordan told me that he wants to hit you up at the party tomorrow." She whispers to me and from far I see Jordan looking our way. We suddenly make eye contact and he winks at me with a smirk. I turn my gaze back at Rebecca, taking at bite into my sandwich. "Well tell him I'm not interested." I chew, making her jaw drop. "Are you really denying Jordon?" Let me tell you something. Jordon is the biggest fuckboy in my school but the most famous also. The sports call his name but every slut wants to get with him. People know me as well too from clubs, sports and the friends I hang out with also. People also loved John and I as a couple... we were together for four years and this is junior year. I recently turned seventeen. "Is it bad if I say yes?" "You are out of your mind." She spits out while nodding her head like a lunatic. I run my hands through my light beach blonde hair and I stare back into her brown eyes. "Well sorry that I don't get down with every guy in our grade like you." I say sarcastically but meaning it at the same time. Rebecca widens her eyes, throwing a goldfish at me. "You bitch." She laughs and I purse my lips into a fine line. "The truth hurts right?" "Well, at least I didn't have sex once." She is right. I did lose my virginity from John. It was both our first time a month before he told me that he was moving. I just feel like there is no reason to have sex with every guy at every party. In my school, it's not 'who got an A on their test', it's 'who can have the most sex in one week' type of thing. It's sickening though. "Whatever, I'll wait when it's time for the next boy I'm going to date." I reply back while Rebecca shrugs back. "Whatever you say Adeline, the girl who doesn't have sex with guys but still hooks up with them." "Okay first of all, making-out is different than humping each other on a bed." "I know, I know, I'm just saying." Her voice is laced with a bitchy tone and it's getting on my nerves. I roll my eyes, getting up and grabbing my backpack. I leave Rebecca who was talking with our other friends at the lunch table and I throw the rest of my food in the nearest garbage. Can this day get any worst? I think to myself while leaving the cafeteria. I love Rebecca to death but she has no right to tell me who I should have sex with. I'm right, right? I go into the bathroom, peeing first than while washing my hands I look at myself in the mirror. I stare into my faded green eyes, yawning at the thought of sleeping. I didn't drink enough coffee. I dry my hands and the bell suddenly rings to get to our next class. I crash into the crowded hallway and I go into my US Government class. Everyone is seated and when I walk in, some students stare. The class goes silent and my teacher, Miss. Hurley glances at my way with surprise on her face. "Oh Adeline, you're still here?" I pause, standing in the middle of the classroom while everyone is staring at me in silence. "What do you mean?" I ask back to her and she starts to type on her computer. "I don't know, I thought you switched classes." I furrow my eyebrows, walking closer to her desk. "Why would I switch classes? It's the fourth quarter. There's no reason to change my class." "I know, that's why but also I thought you moved." "How so?" "You aren't on my roster anymore." I stand next to her while she turns her computer to me. The attendance for this class is up on the screen and her mouse points at where my name is usually at. Well... now it's not there.