Let's face it, being the "new girl" at school isn't exactly the easiest thing to be. For me, at least. Being the new girl means everyone's attention is on you. Some people enjoy the attention I guess, but definitely not me. Even though nobody knows me, they probably don't want to, I feel like every time I walk down the hallway people are staring at me.
I feel like I don't fit in. As cliché as this sounds, there are the cheerleaders, the jocks, and all the rest of your typical high school cliques. I'm not a cheerleader, I don't play sports, I don't play an instrument, I'm really not good at anything. My parents always tell me to be myself and the best I can be, but the truth is, I don't even know who I am.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Staring at the sign-up board in front of me, I take a shaky deep breath and look at all of the possible things I could sign up for. I grab the pen and start to write my name on the sign-up sheet for the fall musical.
V-i-o-l-e-t E-v-a-n-s
Just as I finish writing my name I'm interrupted by a bitchy looking blonde in, oh look, a cheerleading uniform.
"Um what do you think you're doing?" The smile I'm given isn't a happy smile it's more like a "I wanna rip your face off" kinda smile.
"Um signing up for the musical?" It comes out as a question even though I wasn't asking her a question at all.
"Um no you're not," I give her a confused look,"not unless you want to commit complete popularity suicide." Her head sharply turns to the right and I get assaulted by her pony tail.
"Here, sign up for the cheer squad." a big smile is plastered across her face as she scribbles my name down.
"Um my name is Violet." I say after seeing that she wrote down Vicki on the line.
"My bad Vi," she smiles, "can I call you Vi?"
"Um sure I guess." don't get me wrong, I loved the fact that this popular girl was talking to me and I wasn't trying to be rude, I was just confused as to why she would be talking to me in the first place.
"Alright, so I will talk to the coach and tell her that you don't need to try out. See you at practice tomorrow." a grin is plastered across her face as she wiggles her fingers and walks away.
That was weird. Maybe the cheer squad is a flop and they need a hot piece of ass like myself to make it less flop-ish
Because I'm deep in thought, and also a klutz, I run in to someone who is rock hard and I not-so-gracefully fall to the floor.
The boy, no god, towering above me is hands down the most perfect boy I have ever seen in my life.
"Are you alright?" He smiles at me with his perfect, straight, white, teeth and extends a hand down to me.
When I stand to my feet I can't help but feel embarrassed. This boy probably thinks I am a train wreck, which I am, but he doesn't need to know that. Something about falling down is just the most embarrassing thing and I don't know why.
"Y-yeah I'm fine." Of course, I'm not looking him in his beautiful blue eyes, no, I'm looking at the ground. My face is burning hotter than the sun and I feel like a complete and utter idiot.
"I'm Luke by the way."
"Violet." I smile. Here I am, Violet Grace Evans, standing in the middle of the hallway, talking to some random boy that I basically just body slammed. And then it hits me, I need to suck it up and get my flirt on. I need to stop being this awkward, antisocial girl who is absolutely mortified of having normal conversations with people of the opposite gender.
"You're new here right?" And finally, instead of standing in the middle of the hallway we actually start walking.
"Yeah." Way to keep the conversation going Violet. I mean what the hell am I supposed to say to this incredibly hot, blonde, perfect boy in a football jersey? I am absolutely hopeless.
"Hey, do you want to come to the football game this Friday?" He smiles and my heart melts.
"Well, I kind of have to considering I'm a cheerleader."
"You just wrecked it." He laughs
"Wrecked what?" I'm genuinely confused as to what I did. Did I do something wrong?
"This whole thing. Here I am talking to this beautiful girl who I think is normal, just to find out she is a cheerleader. Wrecked." at first I think he's actually mad at me but then I see the playful smile on his face and I hear the sarcastic tone in his voice. I realize that he's only joking around with me. Then I realize that he just called me beautiful and my knees go week. No literally, my knees buckle and I nearly fall over again.
"Are you alright?" Luke asks, grabbing my elbow, making sure I'm not going to fall over for a second time today.
"Yeah I'm fine thanks." I smile.
"Luke!" The nasally voice of the cheerleader from earlier rings through the halls, "Luke hi!" She runs up and clings to his arm.
"Vicki, what are you doing talking to my boyfriend?"
"Um my name is Violet, and I didn't know he was your boyfriend." okay I officially don't like this girl.
"Oh, he didn't tell you? Well we're dating and since you're like my sister now, you aren't allowed to talk to him." wow the "I wanna rip your face off" smile is back.
"Got it." I curtly nod my head and walk away from the boy I will never have and the girl I can't stand.
"Violet wait!" Luke yells jogging up to me, "I will see you at the football game." he smiles and wraps his arms around me in a quick hug. He waves bye and starts walking down the hallway, while I'm standing all alone. My heart is beating out of my chest and I am completely confused. I guess being the new girl isn't so bad after all.
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AN/ I have no idea where I'm going with this but okay.
-Riley(-;
Written: July 1st, 2015
Edited: July 1st, 2015
Published: July 12th, 2015
