The day I found you annoying

Chapter 4: Kiss

"You look dead." Dawson announced as he sat down at the kitchen island, where I was having breakfast. I wasn't even in the mood to have a fight with him, so I jus nodded.

"I didn't sleep well."

He began eating his breakfast, eyeing me from time to time. "Did something happen?"

I shook my head.

"If someone is picking on you, you can tell me."

"So you can beat them up?" I asked boringly.

"Yeah." He nodded, closing his hand hard around the spoon.

"Oh, so you can pick on me but not the rest of the world?" I asked, jumping down from the stool. "That's sweet."

He frowned confused as I walked away. Annie smiling at me as I made an appearance at the front door.

"Are you ready?"

Today the car ride seemed shorter than ever. Where was that horrible traffic when you needed it?

I really didn't want to get inside the school. I didn't wanna face my classmates nor face the stupid boy that made me cry that other night. A week had passed since then and things hadn't gone better.

Those few days after, I tried to talk with the girls at school but they still made fun of me and sometimes they talked as if I couldn't understand them. As if I was five years old and they were all twenty five. The boys were worse. Since I declined Kaden offer to go out with him, a rumor had extended that I was a prude. And I didn't even know what that meant at that point.

"Hey, I heard there are some extracurricular activities at school, why don't you try something?" Annie asked when she saw I wasn't sleeping.

"Because I'm not good at anything."

"That's not true. You're good at so many things!" She said too eagerly.

"Like what?" I asked tiredly, my eyes scanning the houses we passed.

"You're agile, you've always been like a little monkey. I'm sure there's something out there for you." She chuckled. I knew she was trying to be helpful but calling me a monkey wasn't doing any good to my self-esteem that seemed to be underground lately.

After school ended, even though I was eager to go home, I decided to give it a try and look around the alternatives of activities that were on display.

Okay, here we go.

Drama club. I didn't even know how to tell a little lie. My face was an open book. Art. I didn't even stop in front of the leaflet, knowing already I was so bad at drawing that I surely wouldn't get any better even if I had the best artist in the world as a teacher.

Sports. Okay, we could already rule the ones with balls out, since yeah, I was agile, but I was too clumsy with my hands.

Cheerleading? The cool girls in my class were cheerleaders. Maybe if I got into the team I could be friends with them? I did know how to do some pretty cool tricks. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad.

I walked outside of the school to the running track, that was also a football pitch. Cheerleaders trained on one side of the pitch while football players trained on the other side.

I walked slowly, fidgeting nervously as I approached the group of girls, the coach looking at me curiously. She was young, maybe around 23 years old. She looked nice from a distance. I took a deep breath and went towards her. The girls stopping what they were doing to watch me. There were girls of all ages, mixing up in a big group. It was weird but they formed a really homogeneous group.