I saw Her again today. I am only calling Her 'Her' because I have nothing else to call her. Yet.
I was in Gym class. The teacher was in hospital so they combined the classes. I was stuck on a team with that bitchy cheerleader, Heather and the even bitchy-er reporter Carrie. Then there were a few other girls. Including Her. The girl with the gorgeous curly blonde hair and the electric blue eyes that seem to have a way of drawing you in.
Then I realised I was staring, and would probably come off as a total perv. I quickly looked away.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carrie get hit on the back of the head with the ball, and stifled a laugh. Heather threw it, I know that much. Then I sorta zoned out, and waited for the ball to come my way. I heard screams, and turned. Catfight. I stood and watched, until I heard "John Tucker". My boyfriend. What!?
I ran into the fight. I'm still not sure why, I'm not even that into him, I'm just into the sex. But today I felt the need to prove myself. I know, stupid, right? It's probably Her effect on me. I felt the need to show off, and this was probably the worst way to do it, but my body was on autopilot.
I shoved the thing of volleyballs into the two girls, before I realised there were three girls then. Carrie, Heather and Her.
I went over and ended up fighting again. The teacher yelled at us to stop and blew that whistle so many times I was tempted to take it off her and blow it in her face, just to see how she liked it. Then you hear Her voice for the first time:
"This guy is cheating on all of you and you're beating the shit out of each other!?"
The teacher then broke us all up, and gave us detention. I would be pissed off, but it means I get to spend an hour with Her. Note to self. Find out Her's name.
