Chapter 1
High school is the lamest thing since middle school. I mean, you have the jocks, the 'populars,' the nerds, the rebels, the nobodies, and the others. It's always the same, no matter who you are or where you go. You're always surrounded by the same people, day after day, year after year, hoping that once you're done with this dump, no one will be going to the same college as you. And if the wrong people do happen to follow in your footsteps, you're screwed.
So here I am again, walking through the halls of this place they call the "ticket to the rest of your life," at least that's what they call Clearwater High. I love the fact that the teachers think they're turning us into bright young adults, when we think of them as the people trying to destroy us. They say they want you to express yourself, though they're against 99% of what we as high schoolers stand for. I hate every single teacher here except for one, but that's just because he doesn't hate me either. But until then, I will remain loyal to his class, his rules, and he himself, considering he's the only one who will be putting in good words for me if good words are actually needed.
"Devyn!" a low-pitched voice calls after me. You'd expect the voice to belong to some good-looking fellow, but clearly, that is not the case here. It's only Kyle.
"Hey. How's Kaitlyn?" Kaitlyn is this hot chick (according to him) that he's been drooling over since last year. I tell him all the time about how if he doesn't make a move now, he just might miss his chance, but of course he doesn't listen.
"Hot, as always." He smiles. "And she totally checked me out today. I'm telling you, she's wanted me for a while, but she's nervous to approach me. But that's cool, that's cool. I understand where she comes from. I don't even know how you can control yourself around all this." He points to himself, then runs his hand through his hair.
"Yep. That's definitely the case, Kyle. And that's probably the reason you haven't had a girlfriend in how long?" I laugh, knowing it bugs him greatly when I bring up his relationship history.
"Yeah, well at least I'm happy with who I am." Ouch. "You always tell others to appreciate who they are, but then when someone says that to you, you completely spazz at them because you have your own issues. I mean, sure, you've had a tough past and many reasons to believe you aren't worth any-"
"Shut up." I say loud enough to make others turn to look at me. "I told you to never bring that up. Who are you to tell me about my issues?" I see him stare blankly. "Exactly." I walk away.
Its now 5th period, which is French. I hate it. The teacher can barely speak English, which makes everything hard to understand. How can we learn French when we can barely understand what the heck she's saying? Well, at least I have time to finish my homework. If I'm not learning, I'm doing homework. Pshh. And my parents say I don't take school seriously.
"Hey, Devy." I hear his voice. His voice. As much as I'm tempted to turn and look at him, I can't force my body to do such. He's the reason for my misery in the past few months. Screw him. "I know you can talk. Don't ignore me. You know you're not strong enough." Calm down, breathe, and most importantly, do not look. Ignore him, and he'll stop. Just like a child throwing a tantrum, after time they'll get bored and give up, moving on to something else.
Class finally starts and he gives up. For now. After all, he's who started my story, and he's the one who wants to end it.