For the first time in my life I'm not paying any attention whatsoever in class. I'm doodling stars and swirls and other silly girly things on the corner of my history notes. I don't know what on earth is the matter with me.
I can hear Laura gibbering on in my ear. Quite what she's saying is a mystery. Make it stop…make it stop.
"Haley…Haley??"
"Huh?"
"Have you even been listening to a word I'm saying?"
Nope cant say I have. But I didn't bother saying it out loud. Her head might have exploded.
"Well I was just saying, that I saw Lucas Scott having a fight with Brooke Davis this morning!!!"
Oh good grief. Did these people have nothing better to do? Like live their own lives instead of talking about other people's. 'Did you hear about so and so?' 'OH MY GOD- NO WAY!!' 'YES WAY! And then so and so slept with thingy's girlfriend and then…'- On and on it went. Such were the inane conversations of the gossip mongers in our school. And I refused to partake in an activity which required so little intelligence.
"I'm sorry Laura but I don't really care."
She of course looked aghast at my indifference. How was it possible that I wasn't interested in Brooke Davis or Lucas Scott? Didn't I want to know what they were fighting about? What shoes they were wearing this week? What cereal they ate for breakfast??
She probably thinks I'm a complete snob. That's what you are if you're not interested in other peoples lives. You're not a decent person who respects other peoples privacy. You're a snob. And I was an unpopular snob- which is apparently the worst kind. Brooke and her gaggle of followers at least have a reason to be snobby…they're 'cool'- they provide the gossip so they don't need to take part in it. I however, as just another unknown face in the crowd of this high school, am expected to feed of their lives. What they did in the weekend, Brooke and Lucas's rocky relationship, Peyton's new leather jacket….
I probably am a snob when it comes to gossip. Because I do consider myself above petty rumours and so called scandals. I'm not entertained by them and they don't interest me in the slightest. Why should they? And I'm glad I'm a snob. I'm a better person for it.
Laura would probably have had a nosebleed if she'd seen Lucas Scott looking at me this morning. Because it hadn't just been a passing glance- it was a stare. A very long stare. Not like he was checking me out or anything like that. Just like he was interested in who I am or where I was headed. I was surprised- I couldn't imagine him caring about anybody's life. I guess I always saw him as the arrogant, jerk off, athlete type. But its hard not to have pre-conceptions about someone like Lucas Scott.
Girls salivate over Lucas. To be honest, I probably would to if I had the time for boys. He's tall and toned, with messy blonde hair and blue eyes. There's something about his eyes…I like them. They're hard to read.
I'd like to think that I have mastered the art of reading peoples emotions but I cant do that with him. There's this mischievous spark in them, countered by a smart seriousness…it's hard to explain. He seems very quiet. He isn't like his loud, overbearing friends. Soulful? Is that the word? I dunno what I'm talking about….
Anyway it doesn't matter. He's probably never going to see me again, even though I'll see him. I'll just disappear into the crowd again. Invisible. And for some reason the thought nags me. Yesterday I didn't care what Lucas Scott thought of me. But then I saw those eyes, and now it's different.
She's sat in front of me
I can hear Laura gibbering on in my ear. Quite what she's saying is a mystery. Make it stop…make it stop.
"Haley…Haley??"
"Huh?"
"Have you even been listening to a word I'm saying?"
Nope cant say I have. But I didn't bother saying it out loud. Her head might have exploded.
"Well I was just saying, that I saw Lucas Scott having a fight with Brooke Davis this morning!!!"
Oh good grief. Did these people have nothing better to do? Like live their own lives instead of talking about other people's. 'Did you hear about so and so?' 'OH MY GOD- NO WAY!!' 'YES WAY! And then so and so slept with thingy's girlfriend and then…'- On and on it went. Such were the inane conversations of the gossip mongers in our school. And I refused to partake in an activity which required so little intelligence.
"I'm sorry Laura but I don't really care."
She of course looked aghast at my indifference. How was it possible that I wasn't interested in Brooke Davis or Lucas Scott? Didn't I want to know what they were fighting about? What shoes they were wearing this week? What cereal they ate for breakfast??
She probably thinks I'm a complete snob. That's what you are if you're not interested in other peoples lives. You're not a decent person who respects other peoples privacy. You're a snob. And I was an unpopular snob- which is apparently the worst kind. Brooke and her gaggle of followers at least have a reason to be snobby…they're 'cool'- they provide the gossip so they don't need to take part in it. I however, as just another unknown face in the crowd of this high school, am expected to feed of their lives. What they did in the weekend, Brooke and Lucas's rocky relationship, Peyton's new leather jacket….
I probably am a snob when it comes to gossip. Because I do consider myself above petty rumours and so called scandals. I'm not entertained by them and they don't interest me in the slightest. Why should they? And I'm glad I'm a snob. I'm a better person for it.
Laura would probably have had a nosebleed if she'd seen Lucas Scott looking at me this morning. Because it hadn't just been a passing glance- it was a stare. A very long stare. Not like he was checking me out or anything like that. Just like he was interested in who I am or where I was headed. I was surprised- I couldn't imagine him caring about anybody's life. I guess I always saw him as the arrogant, jerk off, athlete type. But its hard not to have pre-conceptions about someone like Lucas Scott.
Girls salivate over Lucas. To be honest, I probably would to if I had the time for boys. He's tall and toned, with messy blonde hair and blue eyes. There's something about his eyes…I like them. They're hard to read.
I'd like to think that I have mastered the art of reading peoples emotions but I cant do that with him. There's this mischievous spark in them, countered by a smart seriousness…it's hard to explain. He seems very quiet. He isn't like his loud, overbearing friends. Soulful? Is that the word? I dunno what I'm talking about….
Anyway it doesn't matter. He's probably never going to see me again, even though I'll see him. I'll just disappear into the crowd again. Invisible. And for some reason the thought nags me. Yesterday I didn't care what Lucas Scott thought of me. But then I saw those eyes, and now it's different.
She's sat in front of me