"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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It was the first day of school, and I was walking down the hall with Lydia after the worst chemistry class ever.
Well, maybe it wasn't the worst, but I could tell it was going to be bad. What did we expect from Mr. Harris?
I didn't get to be lab partners with Lydia, but I didn't hate my new partner either. At least not like Lydia did. After we talked about Tyler while I put my stuff away in my locker, Lydia spent the whole way to English complaining about her partner.
"Literally, she can't even form a complete sentence, and I honestly don't think I can make it through the whole semester with her..." Lydia stopped right in front of me to make sure I was listening.
She did that all the time, and every time, I was.
"Maybe have some patience? Or maybe the part where you mentioned the stain on her shirt wasn't the best way to create a good and comfortable environment..." I suggested, making her roll her eyes.
I knew Lydia wasn't everyone's favorite, for obvious reasons. She could be mean and out of line sometimes, but I knew who she really was—someone who was understanding but put up that weird façade to impress others.
I didn't blame her. I'd act like someone I wasn't too. Look at me, hanging out with the popular kids when in reality, I didn't think I really fit in with them either.
I don't think any of us really did, but we kept up the act because sometimes it was the only way to be seen as something. In the end, we had each other.
"You're right... maybe..." That was the Lydia I knew—the one who understood. "I'll try, but no promises. What about your partner?"
"He's okay. I think I didn't even give him a chance to talk or do the work with me..." I replied, recalling the boy who now seemed nervous, now that I thought about it.
That's another thing you get when your best friend is Lydia Martin, and your ex-boyfriend is Tyler Miller—Jackson Whitmore's best friend. People start being afraid of you, thinking you're just as mean as them.
I think that's another reason we all kept up the act. It made us feel superior. Not something I liked or that comforted me, but for some of them, it did.
"Good, because I know him. He's probably one of the worst players on the team. I don't even know why he makes it..."
"Lydia," I warned, as usual, about her rudeness—which she only did to agree with Jackson. "He can't be that bad..."
"You'll see today at tryouts... Wait, are you still going? I mean, you broke up with Tyler, so I don't think you want to go anymore..." Lydia asked, judging me.
