What Collides Us

Leslie

Over the course of the week Isaac and I had been studying together. It’s not like I had a choice to complain he dragged me everywhere he went lately but it was never to the crowded spaces. I think a lot of people had noticed that we were spending most of our time together, I’d get the eyes from time to time but luckily for me my hoodies were big enough to consume me and my thoughts so I wouldn’t see the stares and I would be too deep in my head to hear any whispering.

“Is the headache better?” He asked as soon as he realised, I was awake.

I didn’t even realise I was sleeping but I had told him my head was hurting and he convinced me to rest it a bit before we continued to prepare for the quiz this coming Friday. I didn’t say anything to him, I reached for my phone and looked at the time. This is the longest I have slept honestly.

“I think.” He nodded packing up.

“I think we will have to continue later; I have practise.” I nodded packing my books along with him.

“Were you having a bad dream?”

His question halted us right outside the library, I looked at him like he had caught me. I really hoped I wasn’t aggressive; I tended to do that a lot in my sleep.

“You just kept frowning.”

I just nodded, more in relief than anything and literally fast forwarded myself to the parking area.

“Leslie, is it?” They asked as they stood in front of me.

I could only tell by their skirts that they’re part of the cheer squad, yet another group I didn’t want to see myself messing with.

“Whatever he sees in you I don’t see it.”

I didn’t say anything, a few passing people stop to watch. I think I’ve noticed it though; the cheer squad was the popular girl group here. They were the plastic dolls and had the perfect waist and dated every boy in the lacrosse team. The cheer captain I suppose had a thing going on with the lacrosse captain. It’s a high school hierarchy.

“I don’t think she’s that intimidating; do you think she is on my level?” She asked her friends, and I could only see their tall legs in white socks and branded snickers moving around.

Was my heart beating out of my chest? Yes.

I was beyond scared and to think the last time any popular group was with me heads on, I cried the entire hour, and we didn’t even exchange that many words. This girl could slap me right in the face if she wanted to.

“Looks like a nobody, is a nobody and most definitely not something worth anyone’s time really.” Her friend analysed me pulling on my hoodie.

I felt a lump on my throat and then my cheeks became warm and then my eyes felt hot. I sucked on my bottom lip still with my gaze down. I hadn’t been having the best of days and just when my headache had subsided, I had to cry and bring it back.

“Oh, is it crying?” they started laughing and I pulled on my sleeves down.

“What the fuck are you doing?”