Hey there! This is my first ever story written on this site so I hope y'all find it at least a little enjoyable. I'm personally not happy with it but it'll have to do.
For those of you who are easily frightened, we suggest you turn away now.
But for those who think you can make it...Lucy Dunn says, welcome to the mad house.
Because high school is a fucking disaster.
It all starts with the new guy, fresh from New York and trying to make himself shine. Evan Goldman, or she thinks that's his name. Waltzing into Appleton and destroying her life as she knows it. But shhh, she spends three hours in front of the mirror every morning, perfecting her tired face and limp hair and plastering a shiny pink smile on her chapped lips. Because no one tears down the alpha, especially not the New York boy with fluffy hair and big brown eyes-and she swears she's going insane. But sshhhh, she's perfect, remember?
Lucy rolls her eyes at him and flips her perfect hair over a pale shoulder, because she's a cheerleader, right? Cheerleaders don't associate with outcasts.
But she can't help feeling intrigued.
She passes by him and his little crew of freaks, and he can swear he sees a small smile tug at her lips but no, no that can't be. Girls like Lucy don't smile at boys who ruin their relationships. And besides, she's a cheerleader. So he dismisses her coy sign of forgiveness as a revengeful smirk...because boys like Evan Goldman are good at lying, especially to themselves.
So when they pass each other in the halls, his arm around Patrice and her head on Brett's shoulder, she wonders if she should feel this way. And he wonders if she feels the same.
Lucy avoids all mirrors in the locker room before the big game, because maybe her hips jut out a little too much, maybe her ribs are just a little too prominent and maybe her thighs are just a little too far apart. She's healthy, she promises.
But we all know Lucy Dunn is good at breaking promises.
Kendra notices of course, she's not as stupid as people think. Lucy's hurting herself, she realises. But yet, she says nothing. I'll ask when she's skinnier than me. And she wants to scream and cry because bestest friends aren't supposed to do that to each other. She wants to hug the girl, she wants to help her through, she wants to confront her on the vague little smiles aimed at the new guy. But she doesn't. Because the bell rings, and it's time for them to show the boys how pretty, skinny and flexible they are.
End of the game and Lucy swears she could feel his eyes on her the entire time. And sure enough, she was right. But his arm is still around Patrice.
This isn't how it's meant to be, she knows it isn't. Because prettyprettypretty girls like her always end up with perfectperfectperfect boys like Brett Sampson.
Not brainybrainybrainy boys like Evan Goldman.
So when her gorgeous boyfriend comes and twirls her around in victory (of course he won again) she keeps her lips and eyes closed. But no amount of ignorance could relieve the burning sensation is her back because he is still staring at her. So she grabs her boyfriend by the hair and smashes their lips together but it doesn't feel right anymore. And she dismisses it of course, maybe lust and passion can make her human feelings for the new boy fade away.
Because her arms are still around Brett's neck.
And he still loves Patrice.