FOREVER

Chapter 2: Class Prez

I was supposed to catch a ride with Brook and Regi to school, but with the things that happened with Regi this morning I was still not ready to face my sister.

I did those things with her best friend, although it was Regi that did all those nasty things to me.

But I did enjoy everything... so I can't fully blame her. That's not fair. I'm equally guilty as her.

So although I was running really late, I decided to take my skateboard to school. I barely made it on time, dashing through the corridors with my board clutched tightly to my chest.

Our homeroom teacher Miss.Tanya gave me a look as I rushed through the doors just in time to hear the bell ring. "Sorry" I mumbled out an apology as I scanned the classroom for an empty seat.

Welp today was just like any other day. Hang in there Abby!

"Hey Bee!" Sam called me over to the empty seat beside her at the back of the class. She always left it open for me. Such a sweet girl.

Samantha aka Sam was our class rep and the student council president. She was doing her job pretty well if you asked me, going around and making sure that everything was running smoothly.

She had everything under control. She was born to be both cool and popular, unlike a certain someone around here. Ahem-ahem.

I was simply the offworld alien who failed at fitting in. And I guess I'll remain a lonely alien too with no friends in sight. Atleast till the end of my high school days.

Nah, I take that back. I don't think anything can change my current pathetic state. Except for Sam nobody in this school even saw me as a human.

No one took the effort to accommodate my clumsiness and awkwardness, both of them just unwelcome companions that always made it their priority to follow me around.

So if things go by the same way as it is now when I join college, I'll probably remain a lonely alien throughout college and then the rest of my life too.

I know. Life sucks.

Highschool's almost over and Sam was the only closest thing to a friend that I had. But I knew that she did it out of pity and nothing else.

"Thanks a lot Prez." I whispered shyly and took the seat next to her. She gave me a warm smile in return.

Her company was the only thing that comforted me in this hellhole. Not that I'll ever tell her that.

"So did you go home and think about what we talked yesterday?" Sam asked me hopefully as she tucked her short strands of chocolate brown hair behind her tiny ears. Cute. Wai- what?

Nope I did not just think that. I repeat, I did not just think that.

"Umm... T-think about what, prez?" I had no clue as to what she was talking about. "Don't tell me that you forgot all about it. Abigail!! The school festival's just around the corner and I had asked whether you could be the Siren representing our class this year and you had told me that you would think about it during the weekend. Aahhhh I knew it! I should've texted you or called you or done something to remind you of it! I should've known you'd forget."

Oh fudge! Now I remember. Guilt coursed through me and I found it hard to hold eye contact with her anymore.

I felt bad about forgetting about it and I felt bad about giving her hope.

The Siren's someone selected during the festival day to represent their class.

Someone both pretty and good at socializing with those who visit their class stall. And Prez had asked me whether I could be one this year.

I couldn't be any further away from the description. I should've said no to her as soon as she came up with this nonsensical proposition. I should'nt have led her on.

"Sam, the Siren should be both pretty and must have good communication skills. Did you conveniently forget that or are you simply trying to mock me? Have you heard of who's being selected from the B division? It's Tasha! How could I ever compete with her? Look at her and then just look at me. It's not going to work. And I don't want to bring down our class since this'll be our last year. You can ask Lana or Claire. I'm pretty sure one of them if not both would be more than happy to be the Siren. I couldn't care less about all this and honestly speaking, I also don't wanna make a fool outta myself. I hope you understand."

"Oh cm'on what's wrong with you doll? Give yourself some credit. Don't you ever look at yourself in the mirror? God! You look so damn cute with those warm blue eyes and that doll face of yours. One look and you'll take anyone's breath away. And your chest? It's... It's a hidden gem... It's just...Fuck it... It's so big and round and...and..." She felt my chest for a whole minute or two.

I stood frozen not knowing what to do. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow and when I came back to my senses I looked around frantically, sighing in relief only after making sure that nobody had seen her doing THAT. "...and plushy. Yeah~ Hella plushy!" Was this girl high?

"Hey stop it!" I push her hands away but instead of fully pulling them away from me, she trains them on my lap.

I sigh in defeat and let it be.

What could I say. Afterall she was a bit clingy. Ever since we had met that part of her had never changed. And I guess it never will either. Atleast she was innocent and spoke her mind unlike Regina. Regina was pure evil. A devil in disguise.

To be more precise, a devil hiding under a human skin. No doubt there.

Throughout the whole class Lana kept looking back at me with a deep set scowl and she did nothing to hide the displeasure she felt towards me. I let out a sigh knowing that it's already going to be a long day.

How long could I walk in the shadows of Sam? Lana is going to catch me alone sooner or later. And I know for a fact that I won't be enjoying her company.

To say that she had beef with me would be an understatement. So if she had already sniffed the news about Sam's proposition of me being the Siren this year, then I would be in a lot more trouble.

And not the ones that set all those butterflies loose, like with Regina.

There would be no pleasure among the pain. Just pure pain and pure torture.

I hope it doesn't turn out to be like the last time I met Lana and her sidekicks, when my head was flushed under the toilet seat. I hope they would just leave me alone after I buy them their lunch or do their homeworks.

A girl could only hope.

Oh how wonderful it is to be me.