Ryan's POV
Brrrriiiinnnngggggg!!!!
The lunch bell rings, and I pick up my books. I make my way down the hall to my locker, B742.
I grab my ID card. I'm fucking starving.
On my way, I glance around to see who I can see. I'm kind of tall, so I can look over the heads of the shorter people.
I see Parker. She looks pretty today.
Who am I kidding. She looks pretty everyday.
Of course, she's out of my league.
She's alternative. I'm stereotypical.
The perfect Romeo and Juliet story.
I feel someone put their arm around me. It was Zander.
"Hey dude," he says. "I just got invited to a party at Bryce's."
"Awesome," I say. He's liked her for, what, like, 2 years now?
"I know," Zander says. "Just look at that ass. Damn."
Sure enough, Bryce is walking in front of us, just out of earshot, and sure enough, she's walking right next to Parker.
Hey, what can I say. Parker must do squats or something.
