The friendship game.

We haven't even started.

I've experienced the true meaning of crush.

I held back the rest of my tears because I knew my family was inside waiting for me. Taking out my phone, I checked my reflection.

Well, I could look worse. Better than nothing. I took a deep breath and stepped into my house.

"Welcome back, honey. You're just in time for dinner," Said mom.

"Dinner looks great" I say and sat down.

My favourite, mom's special pasta. I have no idea how she makes it but it tasted amazing every time. Exactly what I need right now.

Dad was doing the usual, on his phone, doing "work" which I think is just him texting his colleagues.

"So how was your stroll with Greg?" Dad asks, putting his phone away.

Here it goes. I swallowed hard, trying to not let my earlier feelings get the better of me.

I smiled " It was great. Very relaxing. We even saw the sunset at the beach."

"Hmm, did you tell him about Randwell?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what was his reaction?"

Damn my interrogating Dad.

"Just normal. Wasn't excited or anything."

After dinner I headed upstairs, showered and curled up in my bed. I began to cry quietly to myself. Letting out all the emotions from before. It was cruel. Just too cruel.

I hate Greg. I hate him. I ABSOLUTELY hate him. That a**hole! How was I so dumb to fall for him? I bet he thought I was like all the other girls, falling for his looks. What's worse, he was my crush for TEN years.

I guess it wasn't hard to expect that he didn't like me back. I'm not glamorous, I don't dress to trend and I definitely do not fix my hair. You can't even see my face for the most part. I was sure Greg doesn't even exactly know what I look like right now.

That night, I cried myself to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

My annoying alarm went off this morning. The morning of death. I mean Randwell. It was school. Yay. So excited. I'm going to totally stick with Greg. NOT.

I'm going to stay in the shadows. I'm not noticeable anyways. This is so I don't ever bump into Greg. It doesn't take a genius to know that Greg Linfield hangs out with the popular crowd. I was sure they will make their way through the hallway via the middle.

Breakfast was great. Now its time for me to actually walk to school. I recovered my heartbreak yesterday. Not all, but most of it. At least stable enough to go to school without attacking Greg if I saw him.

I walk a good 15 minutes and there it was. Randwell High. Famous for sports and academics. You could get into the university you want if you do well here. The school looked so modern and new. Considerably better than my previous school.

I walked through the crowd of teenagers and made my way to collect my timetable at the office. It wasn't surprising everyone was staring at me or laughing at me. My hair was a mess. Messy ponytail with hair covering nearly my whole face, old jeans, ugly hoodie and a decent backpack.

I made my way through the crowded hallway. Moving left and right constantly while trying to stay close to the walls.

I bumped into someone and immediately applogized "Sorry. "

I hear a girl's voice "Ew what is that thing?"

I look up to see my best friend in the whole wide world, Greg. With two girls. One on each side. A blonde and a brunette.