Ah it's been much too long since I've updated! I'm so sorry; school has been hectic lately and I haven't found the time to write as often as I'd like :( I hope you all enjoy this short chapter :)
Part 1
I've just recently become a senior in highschool and with it comes the thoughts of colleges I must apply to. I'm sitting with my best friend on cold, hard metal benches. The gymnasium is overwhelmed with noise and far too crowded, with kids cheering louder than necessary and laughing with their cliques. Our basketball team is the best in the school districts, with five wins in one semester. The Redbird High mascot is of a large, feathered crimson bird who pulls ridiculous dance moves yet he manages to get the crowd in an uproar during every game.
I take a quick peek at my phone, praying Flynn didn't get the text. Two days ago while playing a competitive game of Truth or Dare, Sammy dared me to text my crush of two years, who just happened to be the most popular guy in school. She'd snagged his number by snooping over some girl's shoulder and memorizing it. My crush is athletic, handsome, tall, and a guy who has every girl in the school lovesick-except for Sammy. She thinks he's too full of himself, which is technically true, but that didn't stop her from incessantly teasing me about him.
"Can we leave now? I want to get out of here," Sammy groans, biting her lip.
I slap her shoulder. "No! You can wait five more minutes for the game to be over."
"Ugh Rapunzel…" She slumps against her backpack, her eyes on the ceiling.
Just then, our team wins the game with a stellar shot, sending the whole gymnasium in another frenzy.
"Now we can go," I yell to my friend over the chaos.
"Finally!" With impressive strength, she stands up and yanks me off the bench, heavy backpack and all. We weave our way through the bodies of hundreds of students, ignoring the whistles from the boys. Once we're walking on the scuffed floors, we have a hard time avoiding the sweaty players meandering around the sidelines and purposely bumping into us.
Sammy whirls around, scolding a curly haired player. "Watch where you're going!"
"Oo she's a feisty one!" The guy says to his buddies, his laugh mocking. They begin to join in, advancing on us.
"Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut for two seconds?!" I whisper impatiently to Sammy.
"They were being rude!" She protests, her expression angry.
"That doesn't matter, you could've just-"
"What's going on, boys?" A familiar voice asks. I turn my gaze onto Flynn, whose wiping his forehead with a towel and glancing around at his teammates with a hint of curiosity.
"Nothing," Sammy answers savagely, grabbing my arm roughly and dragging me away.
"Hold on," Flynn calls. I freeze, forcing Sammy to stop in her tracks. "Aren't you the chick who texted me a few days ago?"
Sammy slowly turns around, clearly irritated. "You'll have to be more specific as to-"
"I know it wasn't you, Sally-" Sammy's face burns red with indignation- "but your blonde friend over there is getting redder by the second. It was her, wasn't it?"
"That's ridiculous, you have no right to accuse her!"
To my utter humiliation, his teammates were gaining on us; their smiles reminded me of predators in the wild just before they strike their unsuspecting prey.
Author's Note: I left you all on a cliffhanger! (Sort of) I promise I'll post Part 2 as soon as I can; I sincerely want to be more active on here :) Leave reviews if you'd like.
