Off Limits

Today

That's really all I remember. I was out for a good 6 hours. At least that's what my mom said. Now it's November, so I really try not to remember waking up too beeping. I am no longer known as the popular, pretty, cheer captain. After the incident, I started having traumatic panic attacks. That's how the doctor explained it to me at least. I got that news exactly 4  months, 3 weeks, and 2 days ago. I truly can't stop counting. I couldn't cheer ever again so I resorted to things like reading, watching movies, and studying. That day when I called Coach Anderson still replays in my head. It feels like it was just yesterday. Being that she liked me, I assumed I could help assist the freshman with tips and tricks to make the performance better. But to my luck, the response I got was, "You really think you could help my state-winning team when you couldn't finish a routine without blowing your  leg?" It still replays in my head once in awhile but I've learned to ignore it. I walked up to my locker to grab my books when the football boys past us. My brother, Chris, stopped and watched as the rest of them passed. They were seriously like a herd of cattle. "Hey Tay Tay," thats what my brother always calls me, "So, Noah, well his parents are out of town, like always. So he is staying with us for now." He knew I used to like Noah. But, a few years ago he made this rule that Noah is completely off limits. I turned back to him and replied with a half smile, "Okay. Can you still give me a ride after school?" Chris looked up in thought and I just punched him, "Owch! Sure, but we have game so, someone has to find friends." He laughed and I rolled my  eyes. I hated when Chris brought up the fact my friends ditched me. When I was about to reply Noah walked up. "I hate you Chris. You know that?" Noah shook his head and laughed, "Hey, be nice shorty." Gosh I hated when he called me short. Yet again though, he was 6'5 and built of pure muscle. I smiled, "Well losers, I got to go to class." Then I slammed my locker shut and headed to my next class. This class I hated. It was chemistry. I truly dont think this teacher was a bit qualified. I probably could teach this class better. I put my airpods in while the cheerleaders at the back of the class gossiped. They were probably talking about Chris. Most people did that for some odd reason. Either that or they were talking about Noah. I liked not being a part of those conversations anymore. Now, it was like I didnt even exist.