Chapter 2
It’ll be a miracle is someone talks to me.
Just to give me the time of day.
Noticing me, for who I am.
Not my looks.
I need a friend.
Someone with real flesh, and insides.
Not full stuffing or air.
Someone that I can talk to about cool things.
A person that wont judge me for being me.
After my mom signed me into the class log, I walked around the kindergarten hallways. I had to look for Eli so I could thank him, again. He had saved my life once, and my social life as well. He definitely deserves some thanks considering I’m always unable to thank him. It's like, whenever I try to thank him, he takes off.
I let out a long sigh. There's no way I can find one boy in this gigantic school. It's hopeless. He's probably just another guy in school who probably doesn't like me. One guy that is bound to call me Ginger or Miss. Goody-two shoes at some point; I better just forget him, it's not worth the pain I’ll feel later.
"Hey, Clare, are those rumors true?" A short Indian girl asked coming up to me.
I looked over to my side seeing the second most popular girl in school is talking to me. Ali Bhandari. The Ali Bhandari! She is my hidden idol; beautiful, smart, and popular! She has all the best name brand clothes a kindergartner could want---polo, Arizona and Nikes. She had silky black hair, always neat and shiny; and big brown eyes, no big glasses to hide them or make her face deeply unattractive.
“What rumors?” I asked cocking my head to the side in confusion.
“That Elijah and Adam Goldsworthy saved you from getting hit by a car?” She said flicking her hair to the side. “Man, I would kill for them to do that” she gushed, and my face went hot.
Ali Bhandari is talking to me about Eli and Adam, the boys that saved me! The fact that she would kill to talk to him; which is giving me the hint she has a crush on him. Ali is talking to me about boys like a best friend would! What does this mean? Will we be friends, best friends maybe?
I opened my mouth to answer the question but a chorus of screaming girls interrupted me. My eyes grew wide with confusion and I quickly turned towards its direction. In the little crowd, you could faintly see a boy in the circle of them. Whoever they’re screaming at, he must have one bad ear ache.
“Eli, Eli, Eli!” They chanted repeatedly. I rolled my eyes, Eli probably doing something like chugging a milk carton or something. Not something to get excited about in my opinion. I turned back around to see that Ali had disappeared from where she was once standing. Now she was with the crowd of girls chanting along with them.
Soon later Eli emerged from the little crowd wearing no milk-stash, but a smirk instead. I didn’t understand what was going on; if they weren’t chanting for him to chug something, what were they doing. I mean, Eli isn’t exactly a popular person, so normally people wouldn’t care whether he’s chugging a milk carton or not. All they care about are his looks; how he looks too good to be in kindergarten. All the popular people are Drew, Mark (Fitz), Adam (his twin brother), Ali, KC, Jenna, Julia and Bianca.
Is it his green eyes that you get lost in? Maybe it’s his plump lips that curl into the perfect smirk that adorns his face. Or It could also be his short, yet swoopy, dark brown hair that falls right above his eyes. Everything on him just fits perfectly, you just don’t know.
“Blue eyes,” he purred gently walking towards me. My face turned scarlet red, and turned disturbingly hot. What was this feeling Did I like Eli too? Am I like all those other girls? “You know Clare...those glasses...I hate them, just like those stupid eyes of yours.”
Everybody began to laugh at me. The pointing hands mocking me as I stood there embarrassed; unable to move. My eyes rimmed with tears seeing KC’s goons laugh at me as well, people doubling over howling, and seeing Ali as well.
They all hate me, every one of them does.
“You’re a jerk,” I screamed, tears rapidly pouring from my eyes. “I can’t believe I thought I liked you, you’re the meanest person I’ve ever met!”
The tears stung my eyes, as I looked at his face. Smug. Written all over it; he wasn’t even caring at the fact I’m crying. All he wants to do is watch me, just like everybody else. They just want is to see me suffer for their personal enjoyment.
“Look guys she’s crying!” KC shouted pointing directly at me.
“Run home to your mommy Clare-bear, tell her about how bad your day was. Go on Ginger, go!” Ali sneered as I turned around.
Just as I was about to run away, a hand grabbed my wrist pulling me back. I slowly turned around and saw a boy with big blue eyes staring at me. Adam was here as well. His face was straight, no laughter threatening to spew from his lips; his eyes were pleading for me not to leave. Not to run off into a world where nobody will ever speak to me again.
“Don’t go, please,” he said softly, then looking into my eyes. His eyes were captivating. So innocent, yet icy; they were as clear as the ocean. “What in the world is wrong with you,” he roared at Eli making me jump back. “Who do you think you are making her cry! You and I saved her from getting hit by Bullfrog, so why would you do that? Huh!”
“Dude, Adam, we’re all just playing okay,” Eli said holding his hands up in defense. “It was a dare okay, Julia dared me”
“I don’t give a spongebob doll about her Eli! She’s a jerk, and so are you!”
Adam and me left the area and headed towards the swings. I was still crying at this point, even more taken aback than I had been before. Eli had done that for a dumb dare. A dumb dare that Julia---the most popular girl in class---proposed. But this time, instead of me running off by myself crying, Adam saved me. Adam stood up to him just like Eli had stood up for me.
Adam gestured for me to sit on the swing first, and I did so. He then took the one next to me, and sighed. “I’m really sorry about that,” he started saying. “Eli, he can be really sweet, but, whenever it comes to Julia he’s just a jerk.” He said clenching the chain straps.
“It’s fine, I’m used to it.” I answered sadly looking at the ground. “It’s just, when Eli did it...it hurt the most”
