the good boy gone bad

1.

Sitting with my friends on the field, they're deep in conversation and laughter while I stay drowning in my thoughts. "Damn, what are you thinking about?" asks Kallie. "Oh no, nothing, why?" I quickly reply.
She let's out a, "Mmm, okay." I look away from them and travel back into my thoughts. I hear Kallie call out to someone across from us, and I turn to look, and this is where our story began.

"Xander, why are you ignoring me?" Kallie asked as the rest of the girls laughed. I never realized I was staring until he turned to look at me. "Who's your friend, Kal?" he asks, his voice deep and rough. "Oh, she's new, first week," she answers. He nods his head and looks away, yet I keep staring. "What? You like him or something?" Kal asks in a stern tone. "Not my type," I replied without looking at her. She turns back to the girls and they start laughing about something new. 'The things I'd do for better friends,' I thought to myself.

I went on to class, trodding by myself, and I see him in the corridor, he passes me slowly and I could tell by the reflection in my glasses, he was staring at me.
I wonder what was so good to look at, I wear a half-up, half -down hairstyle, faint eyeliner, and my eyebrows cause me to always look enraged. And besides, Kallie and Xander have a thing going on, so that's a no-go. I get home and prepare my clothes for the next morning. I climb into the shower, letting the hot water dissolve me. I lay my homework out on the table and get busy while music plays in my ears. My father calls me downstairs and asks about my day, I explain everything that happened, eat my supper before giving him a kiss and going back upstairs to complete my work.

The next day at school, I ignore every eye that was laid on me, considering the outfit I wore, I'm not surprised everyone is staring. Black jeans, black boots and a white loose long sleeve, my chain is silver and my hair, in a messy bun. I have absolutely no care whatsoever about my appearance and it shows quite evidently. I see Xander standing with his friends a few meters away from me, he wears a plain gray sweatshirt, tight, pleated pants that outlines the bulge that's staring at me and colorful, bright, sneakers. He catches me staring but I do not break the eye contact, I slowly drag my eyes against him from meters away. By the time I look up at him, his facial expression is confused. I hear Kallie coming up behind me and I sigh in exasperation. 'Brace yourself.' my mind tells me.

"Oh my God! Look at Xander, he's so handsome, and his hair is just perfect, I think I love him," she says while her eyes pop out at him. The way in which she speaks about him makes my insides curl up, not because I'm jealous, but because it's disgustingly cringe. I let out a tired laugh and agree with her, while she criticizes my outfit. "It's funny how you can still get guys to like you while you look so, emo," she laughs to herself. She walks off, in the direction of Xander, I am keen to see how this plays out. She greets him by placing her hand on his chest, playfully and annoyingly. As I expected, he removes it subtly and continues speaking to her. Kal looks back at me and points, I guess I'm the topic of conversation, not wanting to be confronted, I walk off to class, much earlier than needed.

I stop at the bathroom before class, I do this every morning to somewhat mentally prepare myself for the day I'm about to endure. I do not enjoy school at all, and it's not because of refusing an education, it's because of the tiredness that grows inside me after pretending to be okay or to act like everything is just sunshine and rainbows inside my head.
I push open a stall and notice there isn't any toilet paper. "Fuck." I say to myself, I search the whole bathroom, but the towels are no where to be found. "Boys bathroom it is," I whisper to myself. The boy's bathroom is quiet so I assume it's empty,my assumption was clearly wrong. I walk in, and there he is, his back faced towards me, two hands in front of him. It's Xander. He hears my footsteps and jumps back, obviously startled. "Uhm, what? Boys bathroom," he says to me while he turns away from me. "Girls bathroom was out of paper," I reply, standing in the same position. "Well, could you please leave and I'll pass it to you?" suggests Xander. I chuckle to myself. "Stop flattering yourself, you're not all that, I'm not looking, I promise," I reply.
He zips his pants up as quick as possible, clearly embarrassed. I go into one of the stalls and grab a roll, while I look at him from head to toe, once again. "Why do you look at me like that? Do you not like me?" Xander asks. "You look so innocent, it's lovely," I smirk at him. "I...well...Iʼm not," he stutters to me. "Save it, sweetpea, see you later," I walk off and I watch him watching me through my glasses.
He looks at me as if he's never seen a girl like me before. I make him nervous, and I'm starting to like that.