a/n so Rachel and I are writing this together and we alternate chapters. I needed to give her credit.
The first day of school consisted of every stereotypical thing that I have ever heard. Sideways glances, lunches alone, paranoia to the max, and sitting with the stinky kid in the back of algebra. Oh, and don't forget the little giggles and murmurs that could make even the most sure-of-yourself girl want to flush herself down the toilet. Of course, there was no way of knowing exactly what they were whispering to each other. It could have been my totally self-conscious state of mind that thought the dainty girls with their boyfriend's school jackets on that thought they were making fun of me.
I mean, they would have no point to. I was a perfectly reasonable looking girl. Dark blonde, straightened hair, an entirely normal sized body that some girls would be envious about, and mysterious, reserved green-grey eyes. Then I realized why they were snickering.
The boy in the corner was staring straight at me.