Perfect Mistake

Chapter One

She landed on her stomach and reached her arms out just in time to hit the ball.

The impact just enough for her teammate to spike it over the net and for the ball to land on the floor with a loud thud. Everything else after that was noise, cheers, applause and the announcement of the winners.

Just another win to add to Samantha Foster's list. Being the team captain for her high school volleyball team was very rewarding, especially since they always win. But volleyball was never a passion, just something to add to her college resume.

Meanwhile, standing on top of a pyramid, a cheerleader one, has it's perks. From where she was standing Sydney Steele could see her peers sitting on the bleachers looking only up at her, even though there were about a dozen other cheerleaders below her. A view she had always enjoyed, but a view she never let get to her head. She was not a stereotype. She was never the dumb blonde cheer-leading captain, she was never mean either. She was the kind, smart blonde who happens to be just another victim of love. Samantha, on the other hand, had a mean streak. Never a direct bully but she did have a habit of not being the nicest person to talk to.

Both girls being so popular, it was so predictable that they'd become the best of friends, only one would not think that that would happen over a debate team in 7th grade.

It's the first day of Senior high, the last year of high school. The day Sydney wasn't looking forward to.

"Sam, what if I see him ?" She asked nervously as she opened her locker. Sam stifled a laugh. "Of course you're going to see him. He studies here. I don't think there's anything you can do about it." She placed her books inside her locker and closed it before continuing. "You're cheer team captain. He's a football player. You are going to cheer for him in every game." Sydney sighed as she checked her schedule. Samantha patted her friend's shoulder and gave her a sympathetic smile and shrugged before she left to find her first class.

Sydney had mistaken her first class, which was history for her second class, chemistry. Running down the hallway, in a hurry , she turned into the corner and froze. There he was. Ivan Bradley, the boy who broke her heart more than a summer ago, getting his books from his locker.

"It's been nine months, don't you think we're ready ?" The words echoing in her head, clashing with the inside voices debating whether she should give in. She saw his eyes, so full of excitement. "I love him." she thought, then she contradicted herself. The setting was perfect- candles were lit, lighting was dim, no one was home and he was right in front of her, waiting for an answer.

But he waited no longer. He started to unbutton his shirt halfway, reached for hers and started kissing her-sloppily. "Stop!" she yelled as she pushed him away and closed her shirt. Her head low, she said "I'm sorry I'm not yet ready. I love you, I do-" He sat on the edge of his bed and ran his hands through his hair out of frustration. He sighed loudly. "What do you mean you're not ready? It's been nine months! I've lit the fucking candles you like I don't know what else you want." He said angrily. Sydney so close to tears gulped and thought of a response. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She was completely speechless. "You know what? Why don't you just leave? Okay? " He said after he realized she didn't answer him the first time. On the brink of tears, Sydney choked out a question. "Is that the only reason you wanted me over? You planned this, we've never even talked about it-" He raised his voice. "It's not something you need to talk about!" He sighed, exasperated. "Just leave." Completely heartbroken and not wanting to lose their relationship, she said "Please, I'm just not ready. I wasn't expecting this when you called. I don't want to lose my virginity just yet,I-" "Just leave." He finally said. And all she could remember thinking was that he never even looked at her.

"You never even looked at me." She said to herself as she was looking at him, who hasn't even noticed her yet. She could not comprehend how he could just fall out of love over a simple denial of a request. He didn't look at her then and he never did since. Once he started walking towards a classroom, she woke up from her thoughts and tried to find her class. "I'm sorry I'm late, I was a bit lost."