Tempting Her

Natalie fucking Wilson

"So..." Reign stared at me from across the table. She's president this year voted in by our amazing classmates. She was the right choice. I'm her vice president, which is the spot I wanted. People only voted for us because it's a popularity contest. And of course we won, "Mary Ann always told us what to do."

I looked at her, not really understanding what she meant, "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, "She called the shots and we know it."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Dylan Watts raised his eyebrows. His older sister, Mary Ann, really did call all the shots. She told us all what to do.

But now I'm captain of the cheer squad. I have the same position on the student council as her. Some would say I'm more popular than her.

"I think Mary Ann was one of my favorite people but she graduated and passed the crown to us." I looked around the room, noticing how Ms. Harris was still on the phone. Probably her husband. Anyway, "We need to finish the plans for the pep rally next Friday."

Reign nodded and opened the red binder, "Confetti cannons, t-shirt guns, and the banner have already been ordered."

"And we have the new design for the WestHampton Warrior Football team coming out on Friday so we can shoot off a few of those."

Dylan nodded, "Ms. Harris told us to decide on how to announce the new hockey shirt competition."

I smiled, "Oh yeah! The decided design gets put on t-shirts. And..." I looked at the information sheet, "Both teams get to design a shirt as well." I looked around them, "How are we gonna announce it?"

Student Council is as boring as it usually is. And it's nothing like a real government. The titles don't really mean anything in that room. Reign's only real job as president is to announce things and say the speeches we write for her.

I was excited for my schedule this year because of how relaxed it's going to be. Mr Jacobsen is friends with my Uncle so he's pretty nice to me. The only downside is he always smells like a vegetable.

I had the option to take easier math but my Mom pushed me to do better this year so I went with Calc. I got into AP Calc of course. It wasn't shocking but I'm not excited about that part.

Study Hall. I usually go out to my car to sleep or run around the track a few times.

Lunch, Physics, Gov. All of these classes are already in the bag due to my photographic memory. I read something once and it's in there. Watch a show and can't rewatch it because I know everything that happens.

The last class I have is sports performance. Which honestly is my favorite class. It's easy, relaxing, and I get to yell at my team without anyone thinking anything of it. Which I know is going to happen today because I have a lot of built up anger.

And as if I've done something so horrible, the universe is punishing me by having Natalie fucking Wilson in almost all of my classes this year.

Let me give you a rundown: Natalie Wilson plays hockey. She is the best hockey player this school has seen in a very long time. I admire her from afar. I could talk to her. I know damn well I could. But I can't. It's like- I don't know. I have had a secret crush on this girl since September of my Freshman year. She's wonderful. She's hilarious. She's athletic. And she's some sort of mini genius.

But I can't like her. I am not ready to.

So for the last year, I've pretended she doesn't exist. I protect her name when people try to shit on her for being gay or for just being a better hockey player than them. I can do that.