Bully Me No More

*ROC*

Ray stuck his foot out just as Rain walked past our table. Her tray hit the ground and then her face fell into her tray of ketchup covered fries. I laughed, but not because I thought it was funny, only because everyone else in the cafeteria did.

"Ray I can't stand you!" She yelled at him before running out.

For some unknown reason I felt like running after her, but of course I didn't. I'm the hot shot of the football team, I can't be seen with a loser like Rain.

"Aye that was funny right!?" Ray asked, hitting my shoulder.

I laughed, giving him dap. "That was genius! Man I didn't even see that coming."

The bell rang, ending our lunch period and we all walked seperate ways to get to our lockers. I saw Prodigy still laughing as he walked away. Was it that funny? What's wrong with me now!? I used to laugh when we did things like that and now I'm just tired of it.

I grabbed my science text book from the top shelf of my locker and then grabbed my notebook from the shelf beneath it. I heard the sound of something hitting the ground and it caused me to look towards a locker not far from mine. It was Rain. She bent down to pick up her pencil pouch and I'm a boy, I did look. When she was standing straight up again my eyes looked her up and down. Her body was the perfect coke bottle shape, was her body always that amazing? I sighed looking away and continued digging through my locker for a pencil.

My sigh got her attention and she rushed to leave her locker. She threw it's door shut, but it didn't quite close. She rushed off towards class and I went to her locker, about to close it. The late bell rang, but it meant nothing. I was always late to classes. My Hand was on the little latch and I pushed it up, careful not to accidently close the door. I wasn't surprised to see her locker was neat and organized.

The top shelf had notebooks standing up with each spine out and labeled with the class for which it was, below were her standing textbooks, their spines also out. Leaning against the locker wall way in the back was a small purple book with a tiny lock keeping it shut. "My diary." It said in a cursive print. I ran a finger over the rough texture of the glittery cover and quickly shut her locker. As much as I wanted to take it I couldn't. I wouldn't allow myself too. Whatever was in it would probably be sad and depressing anyways, it's not like her life at school was heaven, more like hell.