Adrienne rested for the remainder of the day, waking with slight nausea from her regular treatment. Adrienne's mom drove her to the front of the school. She saw Ned talking to a girl she didn't recognize.
Small town homecoming queen, she the star in this scene. There's no way to deny she lovely.
She didn't feel it would be right to interrupt their conversation, so she walked to her locker. She felt a pang in her heart for some reason. "Hey Ad, missed ya yesterday," said a silky voice. She turned around to see Seth, surprisingly without a basketball, wearing shorts and a navy blue polo shirt. "You noticed?" "Yeah, why wouldn't I?" "Some people haven't," she said gazing to where Ned was. "I see, when it comes to Suzie, Ned can turn into a sap."
Perfect skin, perfect hair. Perfumed hearts everywhere. Tell myself that inside she's ugly.
"Easy to see why I guess," Adrienne said bitterly. "I've seen better, like you for example." She blushed looking at the floor. Seth took the books from Adrienne's arms, "Walk you to class?" She took his arm hesitantly. He walked her to Life Science, and she caught a glimpse of Suzie again before she sat down.
Senior class president, she must be Heaven sent. She is never the last one standing.
Adrienne couldn't concentrate on her notes, she kept looking in the corner of the classroom watching Ned and Suzie swap notes. It wasn't til something hit her in the back of the head, did her blood stop boiling.
Baby I'll admit it, I'm a little bitter. Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her.
Adrienne noticed it to be Seth's handwriting. "Wanna go out Friday?" She looked at him he was sweet, and actually noticed her. She wrote her answer, and passed the letter back to him. He grinned at her, and gave her a thumbs-up. Adrienne sat back in her chair pondering to herself.
What about Ned?
She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band.
What about him?
She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands.
You love him, don't freakin' lie. You're cheating on him!
She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor.
Shut up, to cheat you first have to be dating.
I get a little bit, she gets a little more.
You love him!
She Miss America…Fine I'll prove to you I don't love him.
…and I'm just the girl next door.