Chapter 1: Are you okay?
It was lunch time at school and Ceara and I were behind the bleachers as usual. Her bright pink hair was put into a high ponytail and she put on her blue, thick-rimmed Ray Ban glasses. She rarely had her hair tied up, and if it is she's usually in a bad mood.
She draped her arm over my right shoulder while I was texting. Her arms were warm, maybe a little too warm.
"Kris?" she asked with a strained voice. She was hunched over in her white Hello Kitty hoodie.
"Mmm?" I responded. After a few mundane seconds, I looked up from my cell phone monitor. Sweat trickled from her nose.
"Ce, you okay? You don't look so hot..." I asked with genuine concern.
My eyes widened in sarcastic horror. "Did Jake get you pregnant?"
Ceara smacked the back of my head.
"No you idiot. Jake's too shy and conservative to do that..." she blushed.
"It's just that it's really hot under here. Plus the cheerleaders are coming over."
She scanned the area like what she was telling me was highly confidential.
"Do you really want to get baked under here with their aura of hotness?" she asked.
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, please, Ceara! What do I care about those surgically enhanced Barbie dolls?"
"What do you care about anything?" she shrugged.
"Exactly." I smirked. One thing people know about me here is that I take pleasure in humiliating others verbally. It's one of my nifty talents.
"Whatever, Kris! I'm not standing around to watch Arie flirt with the football players. I'm getting out of here." And with that, the sweaty, hot friend I knew for most of my life left.
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I rolled my eyes at my friend's departure.
"What's her problem?" I mumbled. She usually doesn't mind about the cheerleaders. They aren't that bad. Sure, their appearance is impeccable, but so is their personality. They don't go by high school bimbo stereotypes. The worst I've seen them do is being abusive of their looks, I guess. They lure in some guys then throw them back to the sea. Plenty of fish to go, they may think.
My phone vibrated in my hands. It was Cody, my younger brother. He is often a nuisance to me. I hesitated to look into my inbox, it might be one of his annoying group messages. Nevertheless, I opened the inbox. It started with a casual greeting from him and then a short message about Ceara acting weird and bugging him a lot near his locker.
"Sheißa.." I cussed. What is wrong with her today? Cody has a crush on her, but she usually flips him off. I stood up from the stool I sat on and went into the school hallway. Lunch wasn't over yet and we were free to go anywhere but into the classrooms. The hallway was a ghost town. No one was there. I took the left of it, where Cody's locker was located. Cold wind slithered around me and a stronger gust blew my long, brown hair backwards. It didn't take long before I noticed the maintenance man pulling out a colossal fan from the teacher's lounge. It went on for quite a while, but it soon died.
I averted my eyes to the ground. I didn't want to make eye contact with him. He was OK, but when he talks to someone, he chooses unusual topics. I reached the end of the hallway and looked up, and I stood there, frozen in utter shock.
Before me was my bestfriend,Ceara, locking lips with my younger brother
