Admiring from Afar

One | Who?

One | Who?

| Nina |

Okay, Nina. I mumble to myself. It's just volleyball, you're not gonna die. You just have to hit the ball, and pass it to someone good, 'kay?

My name is Nina, Nina Adams. I'm 16, and a junior. I don't have striking features worth emphasizing. I'm really average, I guess. Shoulder-length brown hair with a few blonde highlights, dull brown eyes, a normal figure and about 5'4 in height. There's nothing special, really.

It was going to be another tiring day at Northshore High, especially with PE as our first period. I hate moving around and being all sweaty, and I hate balls. There is no way I'm going to excel in this class.

The teacher blows his whistle - and the opposing team started to toss the ball already. My heart was beating faster - I was nervous that I'm going to screw up. I keep my eye on the ball at all times. Before I knew it, the round was over, and I didn't even hit the ball. I guess I'm pretty lucky today.

"You're never really going close to balls, right, Nina?" My best friend, Amanda jokes as we settle down on the bleachers, waiting for the other players to start the second round.

"You know me so well! There is no way I'm getting close to balls - never, ever!" I emphasize while giggling at myself.

"Whoah, Shamcey's going to play for this round? I thought she'll never want to bruise her knee again, because it's going to ruin her photoshoots?" She imitates her, in the bitchiest tone possible.

Shamcey is a model, which explains why she thinks she's admired by everyone in the school. She's really model material, to be honest. She has the perfect blonde hair, perfect eyes, perfect body, and perfect height - 5'8. But the thing is - she's only done one modeling job - which was to advertise a fast food chain, particularly a seafood one - which is why we call her Shamcey the Shrimp.

"Oh look! There's Chad!" She exclaims, pointing at him. "Chad, come over here!" She calls out.

"Amanda, you know how much I hate Chad." I remind her, and I moan in disgust.

"What?" Chad says, taking the seat beside Amanda. Ughhh, I say to myself, rolling my eyes at him.

"What can you say about Shamcey's legs?" She asks, trying her best not to laugh while saying that. I try my best not to laugh too - but I fail, and Amanda and I start to burst out laughing.

"It looks like she stole the legs of a chicken, I mean - look at them! Her thighs are extremely large while her calves are the tiniest things on earth!" He says, bursting out into laughs too.

Amanda and Chad converse about a particular show I'm not interested in. So I doze off looking at the people around me. Everyone was busy playing volleyball or talking to a friend or two, so I take a look at the Gym's entrance, wherein some of the boys in the same year as I were walking their way in. They all look familiar wearing the same basketball shorts and t-shirts, which is why I can't tell who is who. But there's this boy, this boy who catches my attention - wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead.

"And caught in the act is good, little, innocent Nina Adams looking at some boys!" Chad says loudly, making me jolt in surprise.

"There's nothing wrong with that, right?" I say sassily, rolling my eyes at him, then giggling, "I was just wondering why that guy over there isn't wearing sports attire, he looks really odd and left out with that." I explain.

"Odd? Left out? Are you calling Chase Benson odd and left out?! You've got to be kidding me!" Amanda asks, saying the boy's name.

"Who?" I ask her. His name was quite weird and unclear, which is why I asked Amanda to repeat his name again. I didn't care what his name was - but I was curious why Amanda defended him like that. Is he one of those popular athletes at school? Is he a model like Shamcey too? I'm really curious.