I'm over your lies, and I'm over your games. I'm over you asking me when you know I'm not okay.
From the moment I woke up this morning, I knew it was going to be a bad day. My boy issues had not gotten any better since I talked to Dylan – which had been three days ago. I still didn't have the nerve to go up to Nick and have a civil conversation with him.
"Thank God it's Thursday!" I typed into my phone to my brother. He quickly responded with a smiley face telling me that he would be playing in a tournament this weekend, so he was just as excited for the weekend as I was.
When I got to school this morning, the first thing I noticed was that it was how into this spirit day the other students were. I mean, I was wearing exactly what I was supposed to, but a ton of other people went way overboard. It was decade's day, and my class got the '80s. Personally, I think that we had the best decade since the clothes were so fashionable back then. Either us, or the seniors who had the '70s would be the craziest. But there were a couple of juniors – like those two girls who talked about Nick – who were totally crazy with their attire. Neon leggings, booty shorts, spandex, and the baggiest crazy looking shirt and headband you could imagine.
"Hey Mile!" Sydney ran up to me, smiling. She was of course wearing some leopard print spandex over soccer shorts, with a neon yellow shirt on.
"Nice clothes," we laughed and started heading towards my locker.
"You excited for this weekend? Homecoming is in two days," she did a little freak dance for about five seconds before continuing to walk again. I pulled out my blackberry and started blasting Déjà vu by 3OH!3, breaking out in dance myself.
"I think I've been here before, I think I've run into you! I know the things that you do, cause this is déjà vu – oh whoa-oh-oh!" So there was Syd and I freak dancing to our lockers at about seven thirty in the morning!
The day was starting to get better, until I saw Nick standing at his locker hearing the jams play from my phone, in which he was staring at us dance. I don't know what go into me, but I just danced harder. Doing all the moves – the dougie, two step, and even pulling out the ricky bobby.
"Cause this is Déjà vu!" Sydney yelled one last time before she fell to the ground in front of my locker, laughing to tears.
"I love you dude!" She said again as she continued to roll on the floor.
"My friends are such freaks," I mumbled as I smiled to myself, opening my locker.
After I placed my stuff in my backpack that I would need for my first couple periods, I looked over to Nick. He looked like he wanted to come talk to me, but he just stayed where he was, continuing to look in my direction. I watched as a girl from my homeroom – Leah, walked over to him. I felt my fists clench as I turned my attention away. I wasn't going to let some slut take away my day. Even though, I knew something would go wrong.
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"Where do you want to sit?" I walked into the lunchroom with my backpack slung lazily over my back, money in hand. Becky was walking next to me, heading in the direction of the soccer table.
"Oh, you know. The usual spot," she looked at me considerately. She knew that there was something going on between some girls on the team, and there were lots of issues with who's going in what group for homecoming. As of right now, the soccer team has split into three groups. My group is probably the most fun, but seeing as other people aren't in it, they are upset. I knew that picking a group, would be a bad idea. Above all, when all three of the groups invited you, and specifically asked you to join. I felt guilty about choosing, but I just wanted to have fun, and I knew that the final group I chose would be the best for me.
"HEY!" I turned to see Brian, AKA tall black guy from my theology class, looking my way.
"What?" I asked, putting my backpack aside as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The soccer people around me were fighting, and I heard faintly their annoyance just a murmur in the background.
"My friend thinks you're pretty, and wants to go to homecoming with you," I felt myself blush as I put my head down. Normally, I didn't date guys my age.
"Who is he?" I replied, clearly at loss for real responses.
"It's Henry. He wants to ask you out," he grinned, spreading his legs out into a comfortable position.
I looked at the ground, dumfounded. I had no idea who Henry was, and how he knew me. It always stunned me when people would ask out someone on the first day of school. It's like, how do you know that you're going to want to be with this person? You don't even know them, and they don't even know you. You're not friends, so it's not like you know anything even relevant about them. It's almost stalker like, but it's definitely creepy.
"Um, who's that?" I stared at him with curious eyes as he lifted his hand and pointed to a guy sitting a couple seats down from him. It was a guy in my theology class too, but that's all I knew.
"Sorry, I don't quite know him," I tried my best to sound sad about it, but I really wasn't all that torn up. At my old school, this happened all the time. I mean, yeah, I'd feel bad if the guy genuinely liked me, but most of them just were in it for looks, or the attitude. (Apparently I give off a nonchalant aura) For the most part, that is.
"Aww, Miles lemme take care of this," Becky said.
"MILEY HAS A BOYFRIEND!" She shouted, causing lots of heads to turn in the cafeteria, and mine to immediately plummet towards the tables hard surface. I won't deny how embarrassed I was, or how mortified I bet he was. I could tell by the look on Henry's face that he genuinely liked me, and I just turned him down.
Sorry Henry, for not knowing you.
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"Ugh I hate traffic!" Liz had been complaining about the bumper to bumper traffic for the past fifteen minutes. The car has barely moved, and we only have thirty minutes to get to the game in order to be there with time to warm-up. In the car, was Caroline driving, Liz, Sydney, Becky, and Ari. The rest of the team was on the bus, with no air conditioning. That's one of my favorite parts about going in a car to away games, is that it's in a car. And we can stop whenever we want, not just when the coach wants.
"How come, is it when Caroline always drives that there is a monster load of traffic?" Caroline shook her head.
"You are one loaded sophomore. You on meds or something?" Ari and I laughed. Ari is the starting goalie for the team, but only because they're main goalie got injured. Hopefully she stays that way though, because Ari is very good, and deserves playing time. But who would want to get moved down to JV? NOBODY!
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"FINALLY." Liz jumped out of the car first, instantaneously running in circles and jumping around. Meantime, I slowly removed myself from the seat, and attempted to lift my body out of the car.
"A little help here?" I groaned, failing.
"Ha-ha," Sydney laughed as she stuck her arm out for me to grab onto.
"Very funny," I grumbled, grabbing all my stuff and walking towards the field.
"Thanks for helping with the other stuff Mile!" Ari called back, her hands full with stuff. I laughed to myself as I continued to walk towards the track, where the other teams cross-country team was running sprints. On my way there, I ran into another guy who looked like a buff junior.
"Great, more guys to follow me around," the sarcasm dripping from my voice.
"What'd you say?" Liz came up behind me.
"Nothing," I said. I felt my head turn back to the guy from just a second ago, hoping that he wouldn't come over to me.
Guess that was too much to hope for.
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"Wow Miley you played great!"
"You define three fouls, and probably breaking a girls ankle, great?" I laughed inwardly. I was always a very physical player.
"Um, yes! Coach loves that kind of stuff."
"So do I, you were like a bull dog out there girl!" John high fived me as I took the Gatorade he had in his other hand.
"Thanks buddy!" he chuckled as I took a big gulp from his drink, almost downing the whole thing. John's friend nudged him, causing his "OH" and a laugh.
"Ladies, this is my friend Thomas," Thomas smiled brightly as us both, keeping his distance as he did so. He was probably my height, tanned Hispanic skin, and very luscious short black curly hair. The smirk he wore could make any girl become interested - as long as they hadn't seen it before.
"I'm Miley, and this is Liz," I shook his hand, watching as Liz did the same.
"Well, we should probably be heading back now?" Liz playfully hinted.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan," my smile faltered as I saw John look intensely at a girl from the junior varsity team, Brooke. For some odd reason, the male race was just infatuated by that girl. I couldn't help but wonder why.
"Nice to meet you Thomas," Liz said. I nodded in agreement, watching as he stuck out his phone.
"Very forward," I chuckled lightly as I took it, typing my number in, passing it to Liz so she could do the same.
"Bye Thomas," my eyes shined while I laughed and hugged the new friend.
We walked away from them with our body's shaking in laughter.
"That was one weird kid," Elizabeth said.
"I couldn't agree with you more."
Things will be picking up very soon guys! Don't worry. Sorry it's been going a little bit slow, but i have soooo much i wanna say, but i can't seem to fit it all in! :D HUMF. Next chapter should be better, and i expect to be posting it by possibly tomorrow night if you guys review lots? for me? 3 i'll make sure to do it at a reasonable hour unlike i did just now! (its like 10 LOL) If i don't get to update tomorrow, then i will be updating sometime tuesday. I have the next couple chapters written, just got some editing to do loves hehe. muah.
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