As I climbed the steps of Moobery High School I already heard the chatter and laughter of other students. I opened the door to welcome myself to A/C and the smell of sweat, perfume, cologne, and cleaning products. I know it doesn't sound like a great mixture of scents, but I got over it after a couple of months. Sighing with self-satisfaction I start to walk to my locker... which is on the OTHER SIDE OF SCHOOL!!! AARRGGHH! When I get to the hall where my locker is I find someone leaning against my locker. The person had their back to me. This might be important because no one talks to me or visits my locker AT ALL. I tap the persons shoulder " Escuse me but your leaning on my locker." The person turned around. My knees buked ,OMG! Corry Gold is standing IN FRONT OF ME! ME! Ok act cool . I made an attempt to lean against the next locker, but ended up banging my head against it. Corry coughed making an attempt to not laugh. " Are you ok?" Corry asked while choking on laughter. I gave him piercing glare, and he shut up real quick. He cleared his throat and introduced himself-which he didn't have to do cause everyone in the school knows Corry." Well my name is Corry and I'm on the basketball team. Umm listen yesterday in biology you missed class and Mr. Lee assigned us a project to do with a partner, and he paired me with you. So I'll explain the project to you meet me at the public library at 4 ok?" I jus completely zoned out until the word Mr. Lee. " U-Umm yea sure. See you there." Corry nodded and a lock of black curly hair fell in his blue cerulean eyes. My hands itched to reach out and flick it out of his eyes ,but I knew better. I'm already getting made fun of about how much a freak I am, I don't need to be teased about having a crush on The Corry Gold. RING. Damn it that was the late bell. I quickly put my stuff away and got my books for history and ran to class. When I got in, I was greeted with stares and a glare from Chelsey. We have NOTHING in common. She's the lead cheerleader, and I'm a nerd that loves to read. She's bossy and talkative, I'm just quiet and like to be left alone. She LOVES ATTENTION and I HATE ATTENTION. See the difference now, so we pretty much hate each other.
