I'm so bad at titles sorry ._.

Chapter 1.5 [?]

*Joey's POV*

"Wake up, son!" The sound of my mother's voice was enough to wake the dead.

I groaned. Monday. Great.

I managed to drag myself out bed, and into the bathroom. There I styled my hair, because hey, gotta look good. After my hair passed my inspection, I left the bathroom. The first thing I saw was the line of sports "trophies" I'd won. They didn't mean shit to me, but they meant the world to my parents. Me being so good at football was my ticket into college and blah blah blah. I shook my head, and got dressed. I made my way downstairs and said a "Morning" to my parents. My dad pulled me to the side on my way out the door. "Good luck on your game tonight, no pressure!" More like every amount of pressure possible. Last time the team lost a game, my dad wouldn't speak to me for days. I faked a smile and headed out the door. I felt so nervous, and I was mad. It wasn't fair that I had all this sitting on my shoulders, but I couldn't fail my parents. Not again.

I walked down the sidewalk like I did every morning. I had to ride the bus. It was annoying, really. But at least my friends were there. I huffed, trying to keep tonight's game out of my mind. It was the first game of the season. The team would be mortified and my dad would find some way to blame me if it went wrong. Did I mention he's my school's football coach? No? Well, he is. And having your dad at school is basically the worst thing ever. He isn't even cool. A collision with someone interrupted my thoughts, and I was so on edge I yelled at them to get out of my way. Who cares, anyway? Not like she had a big game tonight. Little nerd probably didn't have anything to do.

When I got onto the bus, my minions greeted me. I'm like the king here and it's great. Although, that's kind of a lot of pressure too. Everyone looks up to me. It seems great, and for the most part it is, until you screw up. Then it's help. They were blathering on about some party, and I had to make myself seem as cool as they thought I was. "I totally made out with Chelsea!" I got high fives and fist bumps. I just laughed. Of course I didn't make out with here. I wouldn't touch that dirty slut with a ten foot pole. But saying that sounded lame. They turned the conversation towards the game, and I zoned out. I had heard enough about it.

"What are you looking at, nerd!?" My buddy Derek yelled. I looked back at who he had been speaking to. It was the same girl from this morning. Huh. Nerdling's kinda cute. I mean. Decent. I shook my head when she went back to reading what looked like a Harry Potter book. I'd never admit it, but I liked those books. Yeah. Not all football players a are dumb. And yes, some can read, shocker. (I'm so mean wtf). I spent the rest of the bus trip pretending to listening to my friends talk about girls and parties and football, and I laughed along when they did.

*screech* "Everybody off!!"

Finally. I was the first one off the bus. You know what they say, Kings first. I chuckled to myself. I led my pack of barbarians into the building. When we walked in, all eyes went to us, no surprise there. We were kind of wanted by everyone, mostly me. I can't blame them. A herd of giggling girls came up to me, one was asking if I was pumped for the game. "Course babe, but I've got it in the bag. As usual." I flashed her my signature smirk and she made a weird noise, and the other girls began giggling again. I winked at the girls, then headed off to my first period. Math. Normally I'd be all "ugh" but I was actually pretty good at math. I entered the classroom, and all eyes went to me again. None of my friends were in the class, so I felt kind of awkward. They were kind of where all my confidence came from, but NO ONE could know that. An old woman entered the room and told everyone to sit down. I took a seat in the front, and put my head down on my desk. The teacher called roll and began class. "Can anyone tell me what a parabola is?" I raised my hand. She called on me, and I got it right. Half of the class looked at me in shock. "Yeah yeah. I have a brain. Now leave me be and go back to your unsuccessful lives." I rolled my eyes. The teacher shot me a look, and I huffed, sitting back in my chair. After the class had ended, I shoved past everyone.

Next I went to English, then World History, then French, then Art. I only picked art because there was no way in hell I was doing chorus. How lame would that be. (I'm in chorus and i think it's great but I'm v lame so XD). Now, it was time for lunch. More like bask in the glory that comes with being king of the school. I found my friends quickly, because we were all around 6'4 and that's pretty tall if I don't say so myself. Anyway, we were in the middle of a discussion of whose slept with the most girls, and it was obvious half of us were lying through our teeth. I may or may not have lied as well. I was bored of the conversation, and decided to get my lunch.

I hopped up from the table, and headed into the lunch room, shooting those who stared a wink and a smile. Man, these people loved me. Well, most of them. The nerds and other outcasts were didn't like me. Jealous much? I had gotten my food: one chocolate cupcake, a plate of spaghetti, and a water. Now I was heading back to my table. Little did I know my food would never get there. Next thing I knew I collided with someone, my food splattering all over them. I watched as my tray fell to the floor. I looked up to see that it was the same girl from this morning. I was actually about to apologize when my friends began to laugh. So, what else could I do? I laughed along with them, but inside I felt kind of bad. I smirked, then shoved past the girl. When I got back to my table I was greeted with a lot of "Nice man!"s, and "Did you see her face?"s. I laughed weakly, glancing back just in time to see her storming out of the cafeteria.

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I think chapter 2 turned out better than chapter one XD

yes? No?

Ah, well. I tried.

Comments are much appreciated. xx - Caitlin