New Kid

Alison

Years had passed since I first moved. Sixth grade was only but a faded memory to me. Now, it was ninth grade, the final year of junior high. Even though I had already lived in the same place for three years, I knew no one; except Alison.

"Evannnnnnnn-" she stretched out.

Alison waved her hand over my face. I was sitting outside on a bench. It was lunchtime, and Alison sat beside me. She was talking about something, but I dozed off.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Wow, you weren't listening to me?"

"Sorry, I zoned out."

She continued her rant, which happened to be about the other girls. Alison and I had a steadily growing relationship. When I first arrived at school, she was the only kid to help me. I only thought of her as someone who'd be a temporary companion. Surprisingly, she stood by me these past three years. I couldn't be more grateful for a person like her. Of course, like all people, she had a bothersome side. She annoyed me about my lack of fashion and my lack of motivation. Though, it was an honest critique.

"You should be sorry, cuz they're coming over there," she responded.

I looked over to see the group of girls she always mentioned. The 'leader' was a tall girl with brunette hair and freckles. Most people would say that freckles weren't quite attractive, but this person had freckles that complemented her facial features. Beside her were four other girls, all charming by their right. Alison was envious of their status in the school.

Being the person I was, my cynical worldview allowed me to criticize the manner of life that would lead.

"Damn it, they ignored us," Alison whisper-shouted.

"Why do you care so much about them noticing us again?" I questioned.

"Because of the party, stupid!" she slowly began to shout.

I leaned back in my seat and glanced at the group of girls; they were looking at us. An idea popped into my head, one that would hopefully help Alison.

"Uh, they're looking at us," I sarcastically replied.

"Wait, what?" Alison swiveled her head back.

"What's going on over here?" the 'leader' girl laughed.

"Nunya beeswax," I snarked back.

Alison shoved her hand onto my face and covered my mouth. Tempted to bite her, I relaxed back and watched the encounter. Alison was sitting on me at this point, attempting to constrain me.

"Sorry about my friend, he's just, uh crabby, this afternoon," she apologized.

"Sure, is he your boyfriend or something?" the girl asked.

"So what if he is?" Alison grinned.

"He's pretty cute, hey, doofus," she said, poking me.

"What do you want, doofus?" I countered, muffled by Alison.

"Actually, the name is Sam," she sassily answered, "anyway, would you like to come to the party I'm hosting this Friday?"

Alison's eyes lit up like never before. She then proceeded to sit on my stomach as I gasped for air.

"He'll be coming, but his girlfriend, me, will have to attend as well," she spoke.

I rolled my eyes as she elbowed my leg. Sam scanned us and laughed.

"You two are a cute couple, see ya there, doofus," she cheekily teased.

It wasn't long before Sam left our sight. Alison got up from me and dusted herself off before pointing at me.