Alone

Chapter 3: My Drama Filled High School

Most teenagers hate high school. Personally, I loathe it. I would much rather lay in bed all day, or do something productive at the loft. But sitting in a classroom all day full of idiots? That’s just not my cup of tea.

When I got out of the taxi, I paid the driver and quietly thanked him. I looked up at my school in front of me and sighed. Well, I may as well get this over with.

When you first walk into the school, the office is to the left, usually filled with the elderly staff members who are fighting over who gets the last cup of coffee. I smiled politely through the big glass windows at the secretaries. As usual, they smiled back, mostly sympathetically. I made my way around the hallway off to the right, which is where my locker is. As I passed the boys bathroom, someone shoved me into some boy who was drinking from the water fountain.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry. I-I-I was pushed,” I stupidly mumbled, before looking up. Before me stood the kid I had had a crush on since my freshmen year. Being a senior without a boyfriend, you just tend to ignore the boy crush feelings, but right now, those all came back. The fangirling feelings hit me like a waterfall and I was drowning.

“Umm, hello? Are you okay?” Brantley asked me. No, I can’t breathe. Your presence is suffocating. Ace was basically Brantley’s mentor, so I knew almost everything about him. He just didn’t know me.

“Yeah, sorry. I just spaced for a second. I-I’m fine. Are you okay? I mean, I am the one who hit you. Even if it wasn’t my fault, I would hate myself if you had gotten hurt,” I blurted out, talking a mile a minute.

“Hey, easy there,” he laughed quietly, which made me melt at the knees. “Don’t over do it, umm, I didn’t catch your name…”

“Oh, duh, silly me. Alexandra Marie. Ugh, I don’t know why I said my middle name,” I face palmed myself.

“I thought it was cute,” Brantley said, laughing again. “How about I call you Alex for short? Sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect. Uh, I better get to class. I can’t be tardy again,” Not that anyone notices me anyway.

“Same. Franklin will probably give me a detention if I am late to Econ again. Nice meeting you, Alex. I hope your day gets better,” Brantley said, brushing my elbow as he walked away. My heart melted into a huge puddle.

Where has he been my whole life. Did he just notice me, or has he known I have existed this whole time? Breathe, Alex. One foot in front of the other. Just get to class and let’s get this day over with.

I couldn’t focus the entire day. It was like suddenly my perspective on life had changed, and it was only because one person, way out of my league, had made a conversation with me. I spaced out in class, often getting yelled at by the teacher in the classroom.

The bell finally rang, signifying the end of my unproductive day. I quickly packed up my things and rushed out of the school, hoping to flag down a taxi and get home to my Netflix account. I waved down a taxi and patiently waited for the driver to stop. I climbed into the cab, hearing someone yell, “Hold that cab!” Just my luck. An awkward cab ride after an awkward day.