The One She Chooses

Humpty Dumpty Has a Great Fall.

As I walk towards the front of the school a calm summer breeze swept through my hair.

I hope everything will be okay. I don’t want people picking on me because I chose to fit in and lose weight.

 You sound ridiculous. What’s the worst that could happen?

 People will throw themselves at you.

Well it’s better than people ignoring you, or picking on you.

Stop talking to yourself.

I push through the doors of my wonderful high school, and shuffle down the main hall. My locker isn’t far from the main doors, which I was grateful for when all I wanted in life was to be away from as many people as possible. There were few people in the hall, no one of which I knew or may know me. I hope I don’t encounter any of my bullies I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.

I approach my locker seeing my best friend Chanel Koleman flirting with one of the football players. Chanel is extremely tall and beautifully thin. She has jet black hair and icy blue eyes which clash with her golden Caribbean skin. I’ve always envied Chanel and her model like features. Chanel is one of the three musketeers, being her Bradley and I. They’ve never picked on me and always encouraged me to defend myself, which I never did, but that’s beside the point I love them both.

Taking a hold of the combination knob on the locker I begin to put in the code.

17 25 3

I repeat the numbers in my head concentrating on not missing any of them.

A loud angry voice echoes through the hall.

“Who the hell do you think you are get off of my shit!” the voice broke my concentration which causes me to miss 25.

Damn It

 I restart the code. A hand grabs my shoulder to turn me around, I wince at the touch on my arm sending memories of my past flooding of my brain. I slowly prepare for impact.

“Bitch I’m-“my heart pounds a million miles until my eyes met Chanel’s cold hearted gaze.

Chanel’s blue eyes softens as soon as my grey eyes met hers. Confusion eludes her face until it hits her.

“Candice? Candice!”

“Hi” I chuckle.

Chanel extends her arms, pushing me further away to get a better look at me.

“Oh my fu- what- when? Candice You’re f uck ing sexy!”Chanel Stumbles over her words

I smile; she just boosted my ego quite a bit. Getting a compliment from Chanel always made me feel like I was beautiful.

“Thank You” I giggled like a mad woman

“Why didn’t you tell me you were losing weight? “ Chanel being Chanel is literally screaming right now drawing quite a bit of attention to us I blush as I notice some lean hunk of muscle staring at me I stare at him back unable to break from his mesmerizing green eyes. Finding the strength I break away to take in his appearance, he’s wearing dark blue school pants, a white school polo that hugs his body perfectly, and a leather jacket that cascades off his broad shoulders. Our staring contest comes to an end as three guys approach him and shower him with man hugs. I wonder who he is. I’ve never seen him around here. Maybe I should talk to him. Candice Scarlet Rosalea Wakefield get a grip of yourself, he doesn’t want to talk to you, he was staring at the raucous Chanel was creating.

 Fading back into Chanel’s rant in mid sentence I have no idea what she’s going on about “-You. I know all of the tricks honey, trust me. But I can’t believe this I go to Europe for one summer and I come back and you’re a fucking Sex God”