Perfectly Imperfect 1

70- Tiffany's

KAYLA:

Everywhere I looked, there were stares and barely-concealed points. Awfully reminded of my first day of school, I bowed my head and let my hair cover my face, trying to guess for what reason I was being studied this time. I could thing of several, and none sounded any better than the last.

Number one: They could just be talking about my awesome-yet-awkward post-prom birthday party: those who didn't get invited green with envy (yeah, i could dream), those who got invited telling everybody else how prude Ms. Thomas got stoned.

Number two: They could be discussing how knackered I was that night, and how I almost slept with my boyfriend but instead fell into a pool. Dead embarrassing.

Number three: They could be discussing my relationship with Cal: The fact that he brought me to prom shows that we're serious, no?

Number fou-

"Hey."

Startled, I almost knocked into a mass of muscles. Looking up, I realized that the wall I had almost crashed into was the same one who had greeted me with that two letter word.

Muscle guy looked like a calm version of The Hulk. He had green eyes, a wild tangle of reddish-brown hair, and was wearing a casual green polo tee, which showed off every bulge he had.

The Hulk smiled and offered his hand, and he gripped mine so tightly I winced.

"Oops, sorry about that," he laughed. Whether it was friendly or not, I still couldn't tell.

"Anyway, the name's Mike. Look, I just wanted to tell you that it's cool, you know, having a brother who likes guys."

"Oh," I exclaimed, shocked. I had almost forgot that the announcement could probably be another reason why everyone was staring. "Erm... thanks, I guess."

"Sure, no problem." Then, he leaned in conspiratorially, whispering in my ear.

"Listen, if, you know, your brother breaks up with Ben, do you think you could..." he winked mischievously.

I didn't return his wink, but stared at him shell-shocked. Did he just admitted that...

Oh god.

Grinning, Mike-the-Hulk clapped me on my shoulder- almost causing my knees to buckle- and walked away happily.

Ookay, if that was any indication of what my school day was going to be like... Well. I wasn't quite sure whether I'd like it.

Using my hair as a shield, I continued walking down the corridor again. For a few blissful minutes, nobody else did anything but stare and point, and my heart began to lighten considerably. Perhaps I'd only have to deal with the stares then. That wouldn't be so bad, especially when Sam arrives in school. We could talk about some other stuff and laugh, and before I know it, school would be ending. Mike would be the only weirdo, then, who was more than interested in my brother's... orientation.

Unfortunately, no sooner had the thought entered my mind when three gangly-looking 14-year-olds stepped in front of me. I frowned, taking in their acne covered skins, too-thin bodies, Abercrombie shirts...

Oh god, why am I being so judgemental?!

The guy standing in the middle- after much nudging from his two scrawny friends- finally opened his mouth.

"You're Kayla, aren't you?" he asked, his eyes glinting in a way that I wasn't quite liking.

"What's it to you?"

"Ooo..." the other guys crowed. I rolled my eyes, shifting the weight of my books. Honestly, talk about immature!

"Anyway, your brother, he's gay, isn't he?"