The Geek And The Jock

Inner Confession

Victor

The drive to school was boring as always, there was nothing to do except drive and that's just it. The radio reception sucked:the signal is either non existent or is all crackly with intermittent voices blaring out at random intervals. Although I did have the option to connect my phone to my console through Bluetooth it, never occurred to me to do it before setting off for school, I usually forget about it during the drive so it really doesn't matter.

I soon came toward the school parking lot for students. Because not many of us drive there is always space for the small majority of people who do, and sometimes the teachers would park here too due to the staff one being full since almost all of the teachers drive.

Seeing a spot near the school entrance I mentally claim the spot and begin to manure into it, the back up cameras of the car making the job significantly easier for me. Parking my car I let out a sigh and just sit there for a few moments just gazing into the distance, daydreaming about almost nothing.

A tap on my window causes me to jump and bring my conscience into the real world. A male with short blonde hair about 5,5" wearing a green hooded sweater peers into the car window, his hand covering his eyes allowing him better views on the inside of my car.

It's Ben who's peering in the inside of my car. Ben being him really doesn't understand the concept of personal space and so can get clingy at times but I tend to not mind as I have a quiet high patience level.

"You gonna sit there or come out or what" He asks, his voice slightly muffled by the glass window.

I roll my eyes and pull the door handle releasing the catch. I throw my legs over the seat and onto the ground, the sole of my boot kicks a stone underneath the car in front. I stand up and come face to face with Ben, his head reaching only the top of my chest. His eyes lock onto mine for a few short, terse moments. My breathing hicks slightly and my heart flutters, but not the good kind more of the mini heart attack kind where you are swing back on a chair, almost fall back but quickly catch yourself. I turn around towards my car -breaking our stares- and reach in towards the passenger, retrieving my bag. I turn around thinking that Ben still be there but find that he has taken place on the bonnet of my car and is simply gazing into the empty fields before him.

I close the door and lock the car, the beep causes Ben to turn around and jump off the bonnet onto the ground beneath him.

"Shall we go" Ben asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Let's go!" I say whilst prolonging the 'o' and pointing towards the school entrance.

Me and Ben begin to walk towards the school entrance at a slow pace. We don't talk much but we exchange a few words or short sentences here and there, nothing much.

As we start to climb the stairs leading to the school entrance, our two other friends, Stephen and Natalie, begin to make their way to us. Stephen is one of the three boys within our small group, well I wouldn't call it a group and I defiantly would not consider myslef a part of it. We only formed this group at the beginning of the senior year, the only reason that it came to even exist was because Ben, Natalie and Stephen had decided to sit next to me one day during dinner whilst I was alone, and to be honest for the most part I wanted to be alone because I really didn't care about friends at that point, all that I cared about was getting a good GPA and nothing else. And instead of me shooing them away -the thing my mind told me to do- I began talking to them and since then we've just formed the group that we have now.

And so as the year passed we had all seemed to change and become different, some worse than others. Natalie went from being a sweet, innocent little girl to pretty much a hooker who would give almost all the jocks at a party a blow job. Ben on the other hand has a different story; he had changed because of his farther, his dad had came home drunk one night and when one thing lead to another his farther began beating his mother who had almost nothing to protect herself with, only her bare hands which proved to be useless as she had a multitude of injuries to her face and body. Stephen just kind of became a jerk and douce bag from hanging around with all the jocks from the football team during his sophmore year, and then I really changed in the opposite way; I kinda realised that there was no point in screwing around in highschool, we would have all the time do do that once we graduated college with good majors. But don't get me wrong, I did undergo a very stereotypical change of me going to the gym a lot and getting the oh so common body of a model, but I just hated being all skinny and scrawny so I just...changed.