She smiled at me.
She actually smiled at me.
I waved back excitedly, hoping that I didn't have another piece of left over broccoli stuck between my braces.
Then I noticed something.
She wasn't waving to me.
"Nya! Hey chica, what's up?" All I see is a caramel ponytail wiz by me and before I know it, the most perfect girl in the world talking with someone else.
She was waving to Abigail Michele, one of her right hand girls.
Not me...
Blushing to my roots, I scurry off, praying that she didn't see me.
Dear god please don't kept her see me.
I run into the nearest bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror.
Freckles
Curly fawn-colored hair
Dorky ass glasses and fucked up teeth.
Yup. Totally throw-you-in-the-trash-worthy.
I sigh as I start to clean up my cheap black glasses.
I wonder if she even knows my name...
"EEEEEWWWW A BOY!"
Oh my god.
I whip around, glasses still in hand. A blurry pink yellow and purple figure stands a few feet away from me, screaming.
Oh my god...
I try to put my glasses on as I sprint out of the now apparent girls bathroom...
And slam into the door on the way out -_-
"Stay out you PERVERT!" SLAM
...I need to get to class...
My name's Jay Xavier Walker. I'm currently 16 and a half years old, in my freshman year.
I've never been the most popular kid in school but...
Yeah.
I'm the complete opposite to be honest.
"Hey Walker! Heard you ran into the girls' room today!" "Haha yeah you've got NO GAME!" About 5 or 6 football players walk by, poke me, ruffle my hair, and one slams my books down.
Goddammit. I franticly try to pick up my stuff as I notice someone kick my binders down the hall. Oh great just fucking great.
"Ugh when will this end..." I slump up and start to walk over to my strewn stuff as I look at my watch. 8 o'clock. Aaand I'm late for class.
Again.
...
School actually comes pretty easy for me. Got all A's and a few B's. I sometimes tutor the 8th graders, but they usually ignore me and continue to play videogames anyway.
*Scene Change* "And that Tyler is how you get to answer X= 2.14... Tyler?" "Haha yeah double kill!"
Unfortunately, gym class is my worst. I mean yeah, I've got an A, but that's only because the most he grades us on is if we show up.
*Scene Change* "C'mon Walker get your ass out there! MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Let's just say I'm terrible at sprints or running in general. *Trips* "OOF"
And with love...
*Scene Change* "H-Hi N-Nya. I saved you some pudding..." *Locker Slams* "Haha I know right." "What a loser". ):
Speaking of love, that's Nya.
Yes, the beautiful, tall, dark haired brown eyed angel standing with some of the most popular girls in school.
She's popular too.
Really popular.
And then there's my competition.
"Hey baby what's up?"
Cole Brookstone. I've known that asshole since the day I moved here.
He's perfect. At least that's what all the girls say.
Jet black hair, a little darker than Nya's actually.
Piercing green eyes, way more intense than my pale blues,
And that smirk. That double crossing cocky-ass smirk.
One arm draped over the girl I love, the other on my throat.
At least that's where it usually is.
Yeah he's like my worst enemy. And I doubt that it helps that all I do nine times out of ten is either get in his way or make goo-goo eyes at "his" girl.
Slamming the locker shut, he and his little group of populars trot off, his arm still around the pretty little girl in red.
God I wish she was mine.
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~MidnightTheory