I'd Fall For You

Chapters 1-3

Chapter 1
    
I don’t think I can ever understand why people like fruit cake. I mean it’s a bit like people really. Some are really sweet, others are dry, some need time for you to get to like and others you just automatically love – but most of all, they never show who they are on the inside when you see them.
When I walked into Richwood Academy that autumn morning, my new boots were wet from the grass and my hair was fuzzy underneath my hat. I could tell that everything was going to be different.
Last term wasn’t exactly perfect. See Kayla, Willow and Gracie were best friends, since like before birth. We met at this weird baby playgroup and the more I think about it, the more I realise how much this changed my life.
Gracie and Willow were both like me before last term. Clueless, inseparable but most importantly, single. That was until Alfie. Alfie is basically a replica of all those American guys in films but just in real life. And Willow is a copy of all those cliché stereotypical high school girls. So now in year 12, Alfie and Willow are as together as possible. They walk linked at limbs, gazing at each other with those goofy eyes which people never really understand UNLESS they’re them. I mean I’m not jealous of their relationship- don't get me wrong, I’m all happy and everything. I’m just jealous how he’s taking my friend away. It’s always been the three musketeers and it’s exactly like a three legged stool (close enough anyway). Once we pull one leg off, the chair can’t stand anymore- only Gracie and Kayla left.
To be honest, I’m not at all irritated she found someone she likes, even if he’s the most toxic, lying, disloyal rat a person can be.
I’m more conserved, spending my time and energy onto stuff like elements. They’re actually the most real they can be. Unlike those make up wearing, high heel trotting, crop top brandishing, social media status obsessing girls. You wouldn’t catch me dead in anything with more than an inch heel boots and trainers thanks. And trackies and hoodies- like choose comfortable and casual- not something that you pay for that doesn’t even do the job. And actually don’t get me started on their hair.
And, to top of the level of hypocrisy, she was the one who decided to make the rule of sisters before misters. So you know, just a major let down of a person with no virtuous traits. But at least she has Alfie. Cue me grimacing beneath my lovely fake smile. So as nice as I normally am, and genuine and polite and respectful, today I will show total disregard to all the stupid things I need to be.
I wave at Gracie, who is contently munching her bacon and egg muffin- you won’t catch her dead eating something from the canteen. I don’t blame her: for two reasons- the canteen isn’t reputable for amazing food. But mostly Gracie is the best cook, like ever. She nods me over as a little bit of yolk dribbles down her chin. I scrape out my seat, and sit myself down. She rummages in her bag for a bit and produces a slightly squashed but perfect package with some ketchup seeping through a crack. I break a grin as she gestures for me to take it.
Once I’ve finished it, I lick my fingers and look her up and down. She’s still got her chestnut locks, which radiate a tanned gold glow under the sun and her freckles which we once named- EVERY one of them. She’s wearing her favourite earrings today – glazed cherries. I can tell she’s going to say something as her eyes have the glint they always do when she’s lit a fire in her mind.
She clasps her hands together and grins. “So, it’s a new term and I think we need to live our lives how we want- regardless of who enters or leaves them,” Gracie glares at “Wilfie” the new couple, “But we need to focus on what we can do now.”
“Yeah! Girl, that,” I gesture towards the empty wrapper, “was excellent. See, you need to focus on the positives- you applied for that cooking design course yet?” I ask, with a new idea. “You totally should and you know what. I think I’ll also try something new.”
“EXACTLY! This is what I’ve been saying!” Gracie remarks “And yes, I’m looking but not found the right one to handle all of *thisss* yet.” The bell rings and we hear the cacophony of scraping chairs.
“BUT THIS- I DIDN’T MISS!” I call over the din. Gracie nods her head with mutual pain as we grab our bags. We start shuffling with the crowd towards the hall, another term and more drama.