Whispers followed me as I walked towards my school locker. I placed my thumb on the scanner and waited to hear the familiar click. Unlike most school lockers, Stonewall High's locker is coded with biometrics, that way no one can just open our lockers. The word valuable takes a whole new meaning in Stonewall. People practically own banks and jewelry stores in the lockers. No, I'm not exaggerating.
"Do you thinks it's her?"
"I heard! Saw the pictures too!"
"That little bitch! Two people fighting over her and Ryder Greene and Alex Platten too. Lucky!"
"Heard they practically threw themselves at her and she didn't do a damn thing to stop them."
"Attention seeking whore."
The whispers grew louder and louder as I shoved all my stuff in my locker. I slammed my door hard and swiveled my body in the direction of the people who all stared at me.
"If I hear so much as another peep from any of you, I swear to God, I will not match and plan a single date for any of you!" I threatened, a glare fixed on my face.
Then all of them turned around and minded their own businesses but I could feel their eyes follow me as I walked. No doubt I'm the topic of hot conversation after the whole Ryder vs. Alex showdown a while ago and I was at the center of it all.
"Cheer up, Megan," Kristen said as she joined me walk towards History. "At least now you're popular."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't need anymore popularity, Kristen."
We entered the classroom and sat down in our usual spot. The classroom was quite while Kristen and I made idle talk. We ignored the people who continously stared at us as though we're the newest attraction of the zoo. We were soon interrupted when we heard to scraping sound from my left and right.
Kristen-who's body used to be relaxed-suddenly perks up and look at my left and right. I follow her gaze and nearly fell off my chair. Ryder and Alex sat next to me, trapping me in between. Both their bodies were tensed and pointed at me as they tried to get my attention.
Dear Lord, why am I always stuck between them? Ever since the 8th Grade, I've always been the one to stop the idiots from fighting. Always the one in the middle of it all. It fucking sucks!
I sent Kristen a look and turn towards her again-who is behind me-and continued our conversation. She looks like she wants to laugh but one look from me stops her.
"So, did you find a match for him yet?" Kristen said as she slid her books on her chair.
"No, not yet," I sighed.
"Find a match for who?" Alex asks.
"Obviously not you," Ryder snorted.
Kristen and I ignored them. We are so not getting in another fight from these two. During lunch, these two dumbfucks nearly landed both their asses in the Principal's Office after they fought over Popcorn. Fucking Popcorn! Who the hell does that?! Carter, Kristen and I had to pry them off of each other before they killed each other. It's like these two dumb fucks have to be dominant over everything. Everything! If I have to spend another minute with their constant bickering, I will handcuff them together and ship them to Las Vegas to be married. Only married people bicker like that.
"No, I haven't." I sigh. "It's been tough. He was too descriptive."
"I thought description is good?" Kristen asks.
"It is, but to an extent. If people are too descriptive, then they become picky," I replied. "And that is exactly who he is. He's picky and rude and vile and annoying."

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The Unmatched Matchmaker
Teen FictionMegan O'Conner is the legit matchmaker of Stonewall High and New York City. She can match the School Nerd and the Queen Bee and they'll elope the next day. (True Story, bro). But, the only person she can't seem to match both annoys and intrigues her...