I stayed near the fence. I always stayed near the fence. The field was a dark and dangerous place where only certain people got to go. I was not one of those people. But, I liked being alone. I was always alone. But even I, like to take on companions. And I had my eyes on a definite contestant right now.
She was across the field, standing with a group of tall football players and rich, popular girls. She laughed at something one of the football players had said. She was pretty. Way too pretty. Disgustingly pretty.Her light brown hair fell down her back as she threw her head back in laughter, blond tips playing in the wind. She twirled her curls in her fingers as the football player talked directly to her. Her nails were hidden in her hair, but I could still see the hot pink through the strands. She laughed again, squinting her brown eyes, her cheekbones cut into her skin. Eyeliner and purple eyeshadow covered her eyelids. Mascara took over her eyelashes. Her lips were as red as rubies. And of course, her clothes were the latest style. Lacey, white shirt and skirt and black knee-high boots.
She threw her head back in laughter again. God, she laughed a lot. I wonder if that was healthy.I shifted my position but my dark eyes never left her face. But my movements were caught by her blond, curly-haired friend. She tapped the girl on the shoulder and whispered something in her ear. The girl looked directly at me and began giggling. I groaned. The girl then turned to her pony-tailed friend and suddenly got very excited. It was disgusting.The girl straightened, flattened her skirt, and began walking toward me. I kept my face blank, like my emotions. I had no feeling about her walking toward me but my eyes never left her.
She had trouble walking through the field in her heeled boots and I had to withhold myself from laughing as she stumbled her way over to me.When she finally reached me, I didn't say anything. I stared at her with the same blank position, leaning against the chain link fence.
"Hi," she said, flipping her hair, her hand on her hip.
"Hey," I answered.
"Why have you been staring at me?"
"Because I think you're interesting," I answered again, and she threw her head back in laughter again. My stomach clenched with disgust. Then she looked at me with a big smile, her whitened teeth blinding me.
"Are you trying to ask me out?" She asked, with her little girlish squeal. I knew this routine. Act flattered so you can crush the guys soul. But that's not why I was staring at her. And this time, it was my turn to laugh.
"Oh god no. What a world that would be," I laughed and she looked horrified. Her hand had fallen from her hair and she had both hands on her hips.
"You just said I was interesting," she said, trying to sound unhurt but I could see I had crushed her soul today.
"Yes, but I don't like you. You're pretentious and snobby," I said, reverting back to my blank stare and emotionless voice.
"Who are you anyway?" she said, annoyed. I didn't care if she was mad at me. I would get what I wanted either way.
"Derek," I answered.
"Well, Derek," she said my name mockingly, "I am-".
"I know who you are," I interrupted, pushing myself off the fence so I stood on my own, "Kallee McHill. Daughter of the loaded Henry McHill, mayor of our beloved town, San Diego, California and most popular girl at San Diego High School. So I know what you're thinking: why wouldn't this boy want to ask me out? Well, here it is, sweetheart. I don't date spoiled, bratty bitches like yourself."
I had walked up to her so we were less than a foot apart. She looked straight at me, squinting the sun out of her eyes as I towered over her. I was a more than a head taller than her so the top of her head was around my chest.
