We finally made it to school, and as we walked through the gates, I scanned the playground for, well, HIM. I nervously looked around, avoiding looking in the place I knew he'd be, putting off the first moment of embarrassment of the day. When I could stand it no longer, I attempted to casually glance over to the shadowed seats, the best place to sit in our hot outback town. There he was, in the midst of the Perfects.
The Perfects were the most popular kids in school. They were the rich kids, the amazingly talented kids, the really good-looking kids and the people that the only word for was, well, "perfect". The Perfects were the best of the best, the kids everyone wanted to be, that everyone liked, invited to everything, in almost everyone's good books.
I sighed. Just a little. Emma and Maxi rolled their eyes in unison and giggled. "Oh, screw you guys," I laughed.
Alex was one of those guys that just makes you happy by existing in the same space as you. It didn't matter that he'd never notice me. I was okay with him just being nearby. I don't know if that is indicative of SERIOUSLY low self esteem or a latent potential for being a stalker, but it's a system that works for me, so I'd decided to stick with it.
He had light brown hair, that fell over one of his eyes, which were this stupidly bright green. He had this dimple on the left side of his face, on the same side as his lip piercing, and really... nice teeth. Is that odd? Probably. He wasn't the most popular guy in the Perfects' group, but I'm pretty sure he had a fan club. Most of them did, really. In a school as big as ours, these kids had celebrity status. Like, there were pop up booths that sold sneaky photos of the more popular Perfects for ridiculous prices.
The closest thing I had to a fan club was that creepy guy with the weird mouth thing who sat behind me in English. I can't even describe what he does with his mouth. It's just... Ugh. Speaking of, English class was first period and it started in something like 5 minutes. Time to dash.
I wasn't a Perfect, but I was a perfect nerd and teacher's pet. Couldn't tarnish my record by being late, now could I?
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The only plus side to English class was that Alex sat in front of me. The other day, he'd actually asked to borrow a pen! The fangirl inside of me had died a little. Only now was I starting to realise how pathetic that sounded. I sighed again as we waited outside, this time in more of a depressed manner. "What's wrong?" asked a husky voice to my left. I looked up.
"Oh. Hey, Tim. Nah, nothing, how are you?" Make that two plus sides to the class.
Tim was my CPEB (Conveniently Placed English Bestie), conveniently placed in that he sat right next to me. He was kind of cute, in a cocky, knowitall kind of way, with a semi popular vlogging channel and nice, grey eyes, which meant that he was part of the outer circle of Perfects. Just the fact that he was talking to me was enough to warrant the glares of a few of the girls in my class.
"I'm alive, considering it's daylight and I'm stuck in this sweltering hell hole," he joked. "But seriously, why the sigh? It's bringing down my already miserable mood."
"I'm just angsting like the teenager I am. Call me Juliet. Actually don't. I don't think any amount of angst would make me kill myself over a boy."
He laughed. More glares. "So who's the Romeo bringing you down, my sweet?"
The teacher came so we started filing into the classroom.
I laughed. "No Romeo required for my level of angst."
He looked at me strangely. "Yeah, okay." And we got started on the mini essays the teacher had assigned us.
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A/N: Thought I'd finally keep working on this story for the first time in forever. So let me know if it's horrible!
