As I walked into the 9th grade history class, nothing caught my eye. The teacher was a tall and frail man with rectangular framed glasses. Four students sat up in the front of the class, three boys and a girl. Two of the boys, raised their hands for every question the teacher asked. They, I assumed were nerds. The other boy, I noticed, was wearing a blue and white snapback hat and had his phone under the desk texting away. Next to him sat a girl, she had long bleach blonde hair, her eyes were an icy blue, she also held her phone in her hands. She smiled, and so did the boy. I assumed they were texting each other. A couple, I thought to myself. The next three rows behind those four teenagers were the usual. The second row is where the popular's friends sat. The third is where the no names sat. The fourth is where the rebel's sat. The teacher turned around and saw I was standing in the doorway.
"Ah. Our new student. What is your name again?" "Me? Uh. Um. Ashley. Uh. Davidson." The teacher turned toward the class. "Everyone this our new student Ashley."
I stood there in my peach tank top and my navy blue skinny jeans, I felt as if the whole world was watching me. I froze. "Don't just stand there, Ashley sit." I slowly walked toward an empty seat, clutching the near empty binder in my hands. One boy in the second row looked back at me. "Ashley. No don't sit there. Come sit here." He patted the empty seat next to him. I assumed the boy in the front had sat there before. "Um no that's okay. I'm fine here." He stood up. "No, I insist." He took my wrist and guided me to the seat. As I sat down, a girl 2 seats to my left glared at me. Fantastic, I thought to myself. She hates me.
The boy next to me had dark spiky hair. His eyes were a soft, muddy brown. I wondered why he had picked me to sit with him. After all, I'm nothing special. I have green eyes. I'm a brunette. My hair reaches down to my waist but most of the time, I keep it in a long braid. When I don't braid it, it is as straight as hair can be. I'm not too tall, a couple inches above average height. "Hey. My name's Chris." The boy whispered to me. "Ashley." I said. "I know." He whispered right back. "Yeah" I muttered under my breath. I opened my binder to reveal a fresh blank page. I started to doodle in the corners. I turned my head to the right to glance at Chris. He was watching me. I turned away and blushed. I hated when guys watched me. It was just too awkward.
The lunch bell rang and I, amongst all the students in the class sprung out of our seats. I glanced at the sheet and realized I had doodled an entire page. Oh well. I ripped the page out and closed my binder. As I walked to my new locker and tossed my textbook and binder in, two girls walked up to me. I recognized one, the blonde texting the boy in the first row. "Hi. I'm Vanessa and like I know you're new and stuff so like I thought maybe you want to like sit with us." She spoke like a traditional snobby slut. "Um.." I wasn't sure I wanted to "like" sit with them. "Please. Just for today." The other girl said. "By the way. I'm Lisa." She smiled. That one I liked. She seemed outgoing. "Oh okay." I returned her smile. We stepped into the cafeteria. I followed quickly behind the girls. As we walked up to a table, I realized it was where all the populars sat. Too many people, I thought. Before I could cancel on my plans on sitting with these girls, Lisa grabbed my wrist and yanked me down. Vanessa sat down next to snapback hat boy and kissed him. HA! I was right, I thought to myself. "Who's that?" I asked Lisa, nodding my head toward snapback hat boy. "Oh him. He's Vanessa's boy toy." She whispered. "Well, thank you captain obvious." I gave her a look. "His name is Drew." I nodded my head. "What's his story?" I asked. "If you were to ask him how many girlfriends he's had, he would be incapable of answering. He's hooked up with pretty much every girl at this school. Right now he's "with" Vanessa but she doesn't get that he's gunna find a new girl's throat to stick his tongue down soon." She said in one breath. "Wow. What do you mean soon?" I wondered out loud. "Drew has a sort of schedule to his relationships. He usually stays with a girl for about 1 month. Then he dumps her and moves onto the next girl. He's at 2 months for Vanessa. It's a record." She answered. "Hmmm." I stared into space.
Chris slid in beside me and tried to make conversation. "Oooooo." Lisa whispered into my ear. "What?" I gave her a look. "He's hitting on you. BIG TIME." She returned the look. "No he isn't.." Yeah he was going out of his way to talk to me but he's not hitting on me.. Is he? No. He couldn't be.