After lunch the only thing that could be heard through the halls was
about Sandra and Mark.
"Mark dumped Sandra!"
"Sandra threw milk all over him!"
"Sandra and Lila got in a fight!"
"No they didn't! I don't know where you heard that!"
"This is craziness!" I cried in all of the confusion.
"Loco!" Maria agreed.
Straight ahead of us, there was a huge crowd congesting the hallway. I could just make out the form of Sandra in the middle of it.
"Yeah! He had it coming to him!" Someone shouted. Sandra spotted us then and quickly pushed her way there. We looked around for an escape and entered the library without anyone seeing us.
"I think you're safe for now," I said, looking through the window to the hall.
"No one's going to come in here," A voice said deeper in the library. We turned around to see Evan sitting at a table.
Sandra and Maria both looked at me and I squealed with delight. He was so adorable! He looked just like Ryan Phillippe! His beautiful blue eyes and his curly dirty blonde hair made my heart skip a beat every time I saw him.
"Evan..." Sandra started. "Is this where you're always at? Because, you know, Rayne is always looking for you." I elbowed Sandra and Maria pushed me forward.
"Yeah. Always! Why don't you two ever talk? You've got so many classes together!" Maria said.
"In fact. I think we're going to deal with the crowd and leave you here to talk, Rayne. Call me later, okay?" Sandra said as she and Maria quickly hurried out of the library.
I could feel my cheeks burning I was blushing so hard.
"Well. That was certainly interesting. Shouldn't you be practicing to cheer on the football team or something? 'Go team Go!'" He mimicked.
"That's not all that it's about," I said. "There's skill... I'm sure somehow... it takes skill."
"Right. I thought it was just about having the perfect body," Evan said bitterly. He didn't seem to like cheerleaders.
"You think my body is perfect? It's not!" I cried.
"Sure it is. You know it is. If you didn't, then you wouldn't be on the squad. And next year you'll be captain. And then when you get out into the real world, you'll realize it's not just some silly football game that you can cheer at," He said. I walked over to the table he was sitting at and looked at the book he was reading.
"Mythology? Like Greek Mythology?" I asked curiously.
"No. It's actually on creatures," He said. I looked at him, puzzled. "You know. Like vampires and demons?"
I laughed.
"Oh! That kind of Mythology! Sounds interesting. I've never actually read about stuff like that. I stick to romance and all. I'm into Greek Mythology, though," I said.
"Oh? Who's your favorite God?" He asked. He was somewhat amused to here that a cheerleader had non-materialistic interests.
"Poseidon. I love the ocean. I don't know. He just always seemed so powerful. He's enchanting to me," I said.
"I've always liked Achilles. He was a God with a weakness. I like to think of Gods as more or less human," Evan said.
"That makes sense. So what do you think of me?" I asked. I was sorry after I asked. It was too soon to ask.
"I think you're superficial and materialistic. But you're intelligent and intellectual. Not all cheerleaders are into Greek Mythology," Evan said honestly.
"Wow. I guess people don't lie," I said, feeling somewhat discouraged.
"What's that?" Evan asked, reading his book again.
"The truth does hurt."
"And what do you think of me?" He asked.
"I don't know. I don't really know you. You're attractive, though," I said.
"Superficial. Anyway, I have some work to do at home so I guess I'll see you around. And I'm not new to this school, Rayne," Evan said, packing up his things. My face turned red from embarrassment. "I've been here since the third grade. You just never took the time to notice me."
"Evan... Evan Michaels?" I asked.
"Yes. Ugly Evan? That's what you used to call me. I sort of look different now," He said bitterly.
"I... I'm sorry. Wow," I said, amazed.
"Yeah." He walked out and I was left in confusion.
"How could I be such a superficial bitch?" I asked myself. This year was certainly different from any other.
~*~*~
Evan was the guy that I hated in elementary school. The one that liked me and tried to kiss me on the bus. The one I pushed down the stairs and busted his lip. How was I ever going to live that one down? I was never going to get the guy that I liked. How was I going to invite him to my birthday? He had to come!
"Mark dumped Sandra!"
"Sandra threw milk all over him!"
"Sandra and Lila got in a fight!"
"No they didn't! I don't know where you heard that!"
"This is craziness!" I cried in all of the confusion.
"Loco!" Maria agreed.
Straight ahead of us, there was a huge crowd congesting the hallway. I could just make out the form of Sandra in the middle of it.
"Yeah! He had it coming to him!" Someone shouted. Sandra spotted us then and quickly pushed her way there. We looked around for an escape and entered the library without anyone seeing us.
"I think you're safe for now," I said, looking through the window to the hall.
"No one's going to come in here," A voice said deeper in the library. We turned around to see Evan sitting at a table.
Sandra and Maria both looked at me and I squealed with delight. He was so adorable! He looked just like Ryan Phillippe! His beautiful blue eyes and his curly dirty blonde hair made my heart skip a beat every time I saw him.
"Evan..." Sandra started. "Is this where you're always at? Because, you know, Rayne is always looking for you." I elbowed Sandra and Maria pushed me forward.
"Yeah. Always! Why don't you two ever talk? You've got so many classes together!" Maria said.
"In fact. I think we're going to deal with the crowd and leave you here to talk, Rayne. Call me later, okay?" Sandra said as she and Maria quickly hurried out of the library.
I could feel my cheeks burning I was blushing so hard.
"Well. That was certainly interesting. Shouldn't you be practicing to cheer on the football team or something? 'Go team Go!'" He mimicked.
"That's not all that it's about," I said. "There's skill... I'm sure somehow... it takes skill."
"Right. I thought it was just about having the perfect body," Evan said bitterly. He didn't seem to like cheerleaders.
"You think my body is perfect? It's not!" I cried.
"Sure it is. You know it is. If you didn't, then you wouldn't be on the squad. And next year you'll be captain. And then when you get out into the real world, you'll realize it's not just some silly football game that you can cheer at," He said. I walked over to the table he was sitting at and looked at the book he was reading.
"Mythology? Like Greek Mythology?" I asked curiously.
"No. It's actually on creatures," He said. I looked at him, puzzled. "You know. Like vampires and demons?"
I laughed.
"Oh! That kind of Mythology! Sounds interesting. I've never actually read about stuff like that. I stick to romance and all. I'm into Greek Mythology, though," I said.
"Oh? Who's your favorite God?" He asked. He was somewhat amused to here that a cheerleader had non-materialistic interests.
"Poseidon. I love the ocean. I don't know. He just always seemed so powerful. He's enchanting to me," I said.
"I've always liked Achilles. He was a God with a weakness. I like to think of Gods as more or less human," Evan said.
"That makes sense. So what do you think of me?" I asked. I was sorry after I asked. It was too soon to ask.
"I think you're superficial and materialistic. But you're intelligent and intellectual. Not all cheerleaders are into Greek Mythology," Evan said honestly.
"Wow. I guess people don't lie," I said, feeling somewhat discouraged.
"What's that?" Evan asked, reading his book again.
"The truth does hurt."
"And what do you think of me?" He asked.
"I don't know. I don't really know you. You're attractive, though," I said.
"Superficial. Anyway, I have some work to do at home so I guess I'll see you around. And I'm not new to this school, Rayne," Evan said, packing up his things. My face turned red from embarrassment. "I've been here since the third grade. You just never took the time to notice me."
"Evan... Evan Michaels?" I asked.
"Yes. Ugly Evan? That's what you used to call me. I sort of look different now," He said bitterly.
"I... I'm sorry. Wow," I said, amazed.
"Yeah." He walked out and I was left in confusion.
"How could I be such a superficial bitch?" I asked myself. This year was certainly different from any other.
~*~*~
Evan was the guy that I hated in elementary school. The one that liked me and tried to kiss me on the bus. The one I pushed down the stairs and busted his lip. How was I ever going to live that one down? I was never going to get the guy that I liked. How was I going to invite him to my birthday? He had to come!