Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

chapter 8

"Could you...would you...be my girlfriend?"

Asia just stands there in shock. Her eyes wide.

I look down blushing furiously becoming angry at myself, "I knew I shouldn't have asked, I'm-" I'm interrupted by her running up to me and jumping up on me, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I stagger a bit since I was caught off guard, I make sure we don't fall.

"Are you being serious America?" She breathes out, her face inches away from mine.

"Well...yeah." I nod my head a little and that beautiful smile making its way to her face.

"YEAH!" She yells happily and hugs me tightly.

I smile and wrap my arms around her tiny waist to keep her from falling.

We pull away and she untangles her legs from around my waist.

"We should...um, get back to school." I say while wrapping my arm around her waist.

"We really should."

We start walking to school and she asks me a question that makes me blush pretty hard.

"Why did you ask me to be your girlfriend?"

We keep walking and I answer her question.

"I've had a crush on you for a bit," I say while running my fingers through my hair, "By a bit I mean for 2 months."

We make it to our school and we go through the double doors.

"Wow, I liked you too." She says with a little smile.

"I just didn't think you would like a "freak" like me." She says sadly.

"You're not a freak Asia," I frown a little, how could she think that?

"You're a very unique little human bean."

"Thanks." she shows her beautiful smile.

We part ways as she makes her way to Geometry and I go to my last class, PE.

All the girls are still in the locker room getting changed. Fuck.

I go to my designated locker and pull out my "I Prefer the Drummer" muscle tee and shorts. If they see my scars and cuts, I'm dead.

I go to the nearest corner and begin to change.

I take off my pants first, quickly pulling on the shorts, then I take my shirt off and put on my muscle tee.

I put my clothes in my locker and pull on my Nike shoes.

As I look down at my legs I let out a sigh of content, my scars aren't visible.

The PE Teacher comes in yells at us to come out and get ready for laps. We all exit the locker room and outside to the track.

"Alright ladies! 2 miles!" Coach George yells.

All the girls groan besides some other girls and me. He always makes us run 2 miles first, should be used to it by now.

All of us start running, some girls racing each other, some girls doing a light jog, some girls doing a fast jog.

I don't like running, but I can do it.

I'm finally on my 6th lap when I hear Coach George call me over to the bleachers. I run over to him catching my breathe.

"What's up Coach?" I breathe out, slightly out of breathe.

"Everything alright America?" He asks with concern.