Electricity

"Watcha doing? Staring at my ass?"

I looked up to see my friend Addie smirking at me behind my locker door. You see, my friend and I have this running joke that I'm a lesbian. I'm not, but people don't seem to get that.

"Why would I stare at your ass? Obviously I would be more into Lizzy's butt than yours." Lizzy is our other friend. She's so tiny, like 5'1 and 100 pounds even though she's 16. But don't think she's anorexic or anything. No, that's me. Or so my friends think.

"Right. Cause Lizzy's ass is so much bigger than mine."

"It truly is. I don't know how she fits into any jeans. She's about to burst."

"What's about to burst?" Lizzy asks, walking up to us, confused.

"Your jeans. Cause you're so fat." Addie says bluntly

"Oh yeah, this butt, this butt is sexy. And BIG!" Lizzy states, shaking her thang.

I laugh, while Addie and Lizzy wiggle their eyebrows at me. Oh my god, I'm not a freaking lesbian!

"You liked that, didn't you Ginny?" They both say at the same time. It's so weird when they do that.

You see, Lizzy and Addie are like the same person, even though they look nothing alike. Lizzy is short and scrawny, with short brown hair.

Addie is average height, with long blond hair. But don't let that fool you. She may seem sweet and innocent, but she's a devil child. Our choir teacher called her a Dementor once. I was the only one that got the reference. Stupid muggles.

But anyway, they're both super hyper all the time, unless you piss them off. Then they will vent and rant until your eardrums fall off from all the dirty words coming out of their mouths.

"Oh yeah baby. I'm a little pervert that likes little girls."

Lizzy glares at me. She hates when someone makes fun of her figure. "Do you want to go, bitch?"

"Please. I'm like a head taller than you!"

"Doesn't matter. She'll still kick your ass." I can always count on Addie to back me up.

"I know.." I said dejectedly.

I glance at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring

"Wanting to go to class?" Addie smirks at me. I have every class with this guy I like. It would never work between us anyway, but everyone still makes fun if me for liking him. See, he has a girlfriend, and he's totally out of my league. Like, I'm sorta kinda popular by association, and he's one of the most popular guys in school. This isn't some cliche modern day fairy tale. The insecure girl doesn't always get the guy. No, this is reality. And in reality, teenagers stick to the status quo.

Almost as if she read my mind, Addie busts out into song, "No, no,no,no! Stick to stuff you know... If you want to be cool follow one simple rule don't mess with the stuff you know... Stick to the status quo!" By this time all three of us are singing and I burst out into my solo.

"This is not want. This is not what I planned. And I just have to say... I do not under stand. Something is really"-"something's not right"-"really wrong. And we've got to get things back where they belong!!!" Lizzy and I crack up, after our little performance.

Addie, predictably, smirks at us and states matter-of-factly,"Zac Efron is the sexiest man to ever walk the Earth."

"No, Bradley Cooper is!" Lizzy yells.

"You guys are both wrong. Channing Tatum is the sexiest man alive. People magazine said so!" I yelled over the both of them.

"Idiots. It's obviously Vinny Castronovo."

Addie Lizzy and I roll our eyes, and turn to face our friend Jasmine. "Is that another one of your gay boys?" We all ask, sighing.

Jasmine's eyes flare, indicating she's mad. "You guys really need to stop with that. He's not freaking gay!"

"Why does it even bother you that we say that? It's not like you know the guy," I said, exasperated. Jasmine gets so defensive with all her little guys she's in love with. I make fun of them all the time, and she always gets all huffy. But if Addie were to do it, or Lizzy, she'd laugh and blow it off. Double standards. I hate them.

The bell rang, thank god, before a fight could break out. Jasmine and Addie rushes off to PE, while Lizzy and I make our way to Biology 2. What's awesome this year is that all of us have at least one other person in every class. On our way to class, we see 4 guys we've never seen before exit the office, trying to find their class.

The first one, obviously the oldest, was around 6 ft. with really big muscles. He had short black hair, and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a Green Day T-shirt and ripped jeans. He was followed by someone even taller, and had curly black hair. His blue eyes were covered by glasses. The last two boys, trailing behind the other two, were completely identical, asides their eyes. A little shorter than the other two, they had long brown hair, like the front was longer than their eyebrows, and it went down to the napes of their neck. They both had muscles, obviously fit, but they weren't huge like the eldest. Their eyes were the only difference I could see. One had brown eyes. The other had emerald green eyes. Just as Lizzy and I were turning the corner, the green eyed boy and I locked eyes. I smiled, and he smiled back. My whole body felt like an electric shock went through, and from the look on his face, he felt it too.