Breaking Free

Chapter 3

I switched off the radio as I pulled my car into the school parking lot.

 Although I wanted to continue blasting pump-up music and screaming the words at the top of my lungs, I just really didn’t need anyone else to witness my tone-deaf vocals.

Having Carter laugh in my face this morning was enough embarrassment for one day, thanks!

But then again, I got him back pretty damn good.

I smile smugly to myself as I picture him rolling around on the ground cupping his hands to his you-know-what and wining like a baby. 

“What’s so funny?” I look over to see my best friend Becca leaning against my car, raising an accusing eyebrow at me.

“Good morning to you too sunshine.” I reply with a sarcastic smile.

She gives me a smirk and says, “yeah. It is a good morning. And you know why?”

 It’s pretty clear that she doesn’t care if I know why or not because she continues to plow right on with her sentence.

 “Because today is the day that we are going to kick Oxbow’s ass in lacrosse. 

I immediately mirror her smirk with one of my own. “Damn right we are!” I yell and slap her a high five.

 You know how every high school has a rival school that they just absolutely hate, sometimes for no reason at all? Well, Oxbow is our rival school. And last year in lacrosse, they beat us in the state championships in overtime.

 Needless to say, we hate them. And today, we’re gunna get our revenge!

 “Lets go put our bags in the locker room before the bell” Becca suggests.

 “Okay” I say, slinging my lacrosse bag over my shoulder and following her towards the front entrance to the school.

 As I make my way up the school’s front walkway, I immediately spot the wolf pack of “IT” boys In their usual hangout spot at the top of the steps.

 And not surprisingly, there in the middle of them is Carter. And even more not surprisingly, he is surrounded by a swarm of beautiful girls.

 They are literally all over him. And he looks like he’s loving every minute of it.

 Why can’t I be pretty and popular like those girls? Why can’t I shamelessly flirt with Greek god-like jocks? Why can’t I have the self-esteem to wear dresses like those girls’?

 Oh! I know why. Because I’m a socially inept loser and wouldn’t last two minutes with a group of girls like that.

 Although, I would prefer wearing dresses that leave a little more to be imagined if you know what I mean.

 No offence to those skanks or anything. 

 Plus, my tiny A cups really wouldn’t impress.

 “Could you stop ogling Carter Mazon for two seconds and actually listen to a word I am saying.” Becca snapped, breaking me out of my thoughts.

 “I wasn’t ogling Carter Mazon!” I quickly deny. Although, come one. Everyone knows that I totally was.

 “That drool on your chin would suggest otherwise.” She teases in a singsong voice.

 I hastily reach up to wipe me chin only to find that there was no drool. She was totally bullshitting me, and I fell for it.

 Gullible me.

 “Shut up. I’ll see you at lunch.” I lamely reply right before the bell rings signaling its time for first period.

 I was more than happy to get to class if it meant ending this conversation.