Things I Regret

3. Sometimes I feel like I'm in some low budget 80's sitcom.

''Hi'' I say to the grumpy receptionist with a big smile plastered on my face.

The receptionist office smells of citric air freshener and stacks of printed papers are scattered all over her desk.
The room is painted white and blue tying everything altogether weirdly.

''Hi'' she replies not even bothering to return my smile.
So much for first impressions.

''What's your name?'' she questions.

''Brynn James''I answer as she types away on her computer and the printer by her side whorls to life as a piece of paper slides out, she motions with her head for me to take it, I mumble a thank you and leave her office.
I kind of don't blame her, if I had to deal with teenagers every day, let's just say I wouldn't be too thrilled.

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I look down at my paper observing it and look back up to see a familiar blonde looking for something in her locker, her straight blonde hair bouncing rhythmically as she moves as if dancing to a silent beat.

''Leah!'' I half shout, she turns her head to me direction, confusion written all over her face as she tries to spot who called her name.

As soon as she spots me, she makes a beeline for me as she engulfs me in a bear hug making us to fall to the ground laughing, her blonde hair all over my face.

She wasn't always blonde she once had brown hair, but one summer she decided to dye it blonde saying something about finding herself and expressing herself more, whatever that meant.

''I missed you so much'' she chirped as she helps me off the ground with a wide grin plastered on my face.

''Me too'' I say trying to sound cool but it comes out more of a squeak.

''So what did I miss?'' I ask trying to form conversation.

''Just a few fights between the cheerleaders here and there.'' She answers before she starts narrating a full blown story about a fight between the cheerleaders involving the football captain.

I'm not processing whatever she is saying because standing a few feet from her is Bryan in all his glory looking like a fucking Calvin Klein model , he could probably humble them real quick.

Leah turns her head back momentarily looking for the cause of my distraction as soon as she spots Bryan, she turns to me her neck almost snapping in the process.

''Do you still like him?" She asks an expression I can't read on her heavily contoured face.

''No'' Yes, I've had a huge crush on him for like forever, not that I would admit it to her.

Bryan and I were once on the mathletes team, he never actually noticed me and I wasn't going to be the one to make a move on him. Just imagine me with a bouquet of flowers and a sign reading will you go out with me Bryan, I would literally die from second hand embarrassment.

And isn't it already weird that the first three letters of our names are the same.

"I know you do, I mean who doesn't he's hot, on the swim team, he's basically the whole package."she says weirdly."

I do a little dance inside my head when I hear he is on the swim team, I will forever be grateful mum.

"Well, if you put it that way, maybe I do still have a slight crush on him."I say as she swats me on my shoulder playfully.

We talk for some time before the warning bell goes off, we say our goodbyes and I head to my first class which is Literature, after walking into the wrong class twice and slamming into someone knocking my books down, well I was reasonably late or as people who don't want to own up to their mistakes I was fashionably late.