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~Zinnia~
Football was agonizing and put me in a rather bitchy mood. I was wheezing by the time we were finished, and I'm sure my face was akin to a lobster. I could practically feel how ugly my hair was and I'm sure I smelled lovely.
"Ms. Green." Mr. Turner called as everyone began to head to the locker rooms. I groaned lightly as Gemma offered up a sympathetic look before following the rest of the girls into the locker room. I turned to find the new kids standing beside uncertainly. I sighed lightly as I pushed strand of hair from my face, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do about how ridiculous I looked at that moment.
"Yes Mr. Turner?" I asked as I stood, arms crossed and hip cocked in the I don't care attitude.
"Since Mr. Forester is new here, I was hoping you'd be kind enough to show him to his next class. I believe you have English with Ms. Cooper next, yes?" He asked, his voice still to loud to be normal, as he looked over to the new kid who was starting to get on my nerves with his staring. The new kids didn't answer, just nodded the affirmative. Great, he's in my next class. I groaned inwardly, hoping like hell I wouldn't be put on new kid duty.
"Sure Mr. Turner." I agreed, before turning and walking into the locker room, not bothering to tell the new kid to meet me outside of the gym doors. If he was smart, he'd figure it out, and if he wasn't, well that wasn't my problem.
"So you get to babysit the new kid? That's lucky." Gemma laughed as she towel dried her freshly washed hair while I attempted to wrangle a blow dryer and a rounded brush at the same time, not an ease thing to do while also trying to maneuver around the zombitches that tried to hog the large mirror.
"I don't want to be on new kid duty. I have enough trouble trying to get through the day without having to worry about keeping up with him. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll only have this torture session and English with me." I spoke, though I had this gut feeling that I was only fooling myself, which put me in a foul mood.
"It won't be so bad. Besides, he's totally eye candy, and since you've been single for like ever, it might do your lady parts good to see something worthy of drooling over." Gemma laughed as she began to apply eyeliner like a pro. I always ended up stabbing myself in the eyes when I tried to apply eyeliner, so I tried to avoid it like the plague.
"We are so not talking about my lady parts, and I haven't been single that long." I huffed as I finally got my hair decent looking and began to apply my minimal amount of make-up.
"It's been two years Z. I liked Stone to, but he's off at Michigan University studying who know what and it's time for you to move on." Gemma spoke gently as she placed a hand on my shoulder. I sighed deeply as I tried to ignore the ache in my heart. Stone and I had met at my Aunt's lake cabin the summer before my freshman year, and I was instantly smitten. He was perfect in almost every way. He was all lean muscle and large green eyes. His brown hair was a bit on the long side, and had been streaked with blonde, his smooth skin was deeply tanned thanks to many hours in the sun. He was intelligent and totally got all my weird quirks, and had a laugh that could melt ice. He moved to Michigan my junior year, and decided that it wouldn't work out do to the distance. I'd agreed and ever since then I couldn't help but place every guy I'd met on the pedestal next to him, and the new guy would always fall short.
"I know. I guess you're right. If Stone can move on, then so can I." I spoke determined. Gemma offered me a light smile as she smoothed down her snug fitting red top.
"So does this mean you'll give the new guy a chance?" Gemma asked as she helped me clasp my locket necklace.
"Not a chance, maybe I'll hit Fred up for a date." I laughed as I looked over my reflection in the mirror. I'd worn my super comfy red shirt with the word 'love' printed in large faded creamy letter and 'spread the word' written in curly pink letters under it. I'd paired this with my shredded light blue jean shorts and brown leather sandals. For the added girly touch I'd worn white feather earrings.
"Ya'll would be so cute together!" Gemma squealed as she batted her long feathered eyelashes at me.
"You have problems." I chuckled as I picked up my book bag and gym bag and followed her out of the locker room.