1. Heather
We take glances at people, we look at them every day as we walk by and already we begin to make assumptions based on what we see and what we think.
People look at me, and they think I haven't noticed them. They think I don't know them, because I'm popular and they're not. I'm with my own kind, the people I belong with, which is why I don't pay attention to anyone else.
But what's Jayden's excuse; he has no one of his own kind. Who does he hang around with? No-one. I can imagine he's sad, but in his shoes I would've at least tried making friends, how hard is that?
Only if I knew things were more complicated than that I wouldn't have told him.
Black hair. Jagged spikes. All pointing in opposite directions. Skinny black jeans. Pierced lip. Ow.
I was about to move lower down just as I heard a thunderous shrill in my ear. "Heather? HEATHER?!" Leah shook my violently and as I tore my unwilling eyes away she followed my dazed gaze. She sighed heavily, and shook her head sympathetically at me.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"God, you're just as bad as the twelve year olds! Big deal, get over it." I rolled my eyes, and slumped back into my chair, pretending to concentrate on Miss. Williams. Three days ago, Jayden (an alone emo at my high school) talked to me. That's right. Okay, Leah is right, I am overreacting. But I can't get it out of my head, ever since, it's all I think about.
2. Jayden