He was looking at us.
Caleb Ezra Jacobson, possibly the love of my life, was looking- correction, waving- at us.
My breath caught in my already-constricted chest, and all I could do was stare at his perfectly handsome face with those deep dark eyes of his that made me go weak at the knees.
I could already see that he was starting to look at us weird, so thank god when Sierra elbowed me in the side, though I wasn't too happy about the sharp jolt of pain it gave.
"Ow! A little too hard there, Si!" I hissed at her.
"Well sorry for trying to keep possibly the love of my best friend's life from staring at her like she walked into school wearing her underwear on her head!" she whispered back, glaring at me.
"Look, it's just a crush alright? I'll get over it eventually." I reassured them as calmly as I could.
"Right." said Lottie, before holding up her right hand in the telephone sign. "Hello Cupid? Yeah, I've got a lovesick fool here who thinks she's just having a crush. You want me to bring her in or send her to the I'm-stupid Centre?" she smirked.
I glared at her pointedly, and showed her the bird. "I'm leaving, I'll see you guys after school." I mumbled.
I trudged back to my locker to get my French book, not noticing the girls in front of me as I bumped into them.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I-"
"Well well well, if it isn't Loser number 1, still managing to keep her position since the day she was born!"
I groaned internally as I stared into the icy blue eyes of Kayla Alexa Grantley, Queen Bitch and sadly, Caleb's on-again off-again girlfriend. She'd been picking on me since the sixth grade when she found out I had a crush on Caleb and he was somehow all hers, and considering the fact that it's senior year, she sure knows how to hold a grudge.
I remember when news first broke of Caleb and her getting together in the tenth grade, my heart broke. I went home and cried into my pillow, but I don't know why I did. I always knew she wanted him, and he'd obviously want her over me. I mean, which guy would pass up the insanely rich, beautiful, model-bodied blonde cheerleading captain who's completely perfect for an ugly, fat, single-parented, French-and-photography obsessed girl with hair the colour of actual brown shit?
Right. No guy.
"Hi Kayla."
"Awww, are you mad because I got back together with Caleb?" she said, pouting her glossy pink lips.
"What? No, that's great," I said. I could feel my heart break as I said the words I didn't mean. I don't know why though. You'd think that after going through this crap so many times I'd be immune to it by now.
"Well, I just thought that I should claim my territory before one of those good-for-nothing losers, such as yourself, even thought of moving in on him. But then again, why in hell would he want to be with someone of your standards and appearance?" she sneered at me.
I could feel tears in my eyes as they blurred my vision. Kayla soon became no more than a blob.
"I-I have t-to go now' I stammered throatily as my voice cracked. I spun on my heel and walked to class before she could say anything else. I pressed my fingers to eyes to stop the tears when I clumsily bumped into someone else.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry..." but I never continued because I realised who I was talking to.
"It's okay, I'm pretty stoned too." he replied, smiling that megawatt smile of his.
Caleb.
Caleb was talking to me.
