Chicago's Cape

Awkward Avenue

Ok, so new story :) I hope you like it, sorry in advance if there are any spelling errors.The picture on the right is Adam Cross. Please comment, vote, share, and enjoy!

TRISH'S POINT OF VIEW

I hate school sometimes, it's a cold November day and i'm sitting through yet another boring lecture from Mrs.Heinlin in my third period English lit class. Not that whatever Mrs. Heinlin is talking about right now is interesting but its hard for me to concentrate in this class, mainly because of the persons head sitting in front of me. No not because its in my way but because its Adam Cross's head, the most popular guy in my school. I looked around to see all the girls starring at him lustfully, and the boys talking to him about some game that was on last night. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I am not one of those girls. Nor should I be, I'm just one of those students who float by high school unrecognized by anyone. I don't even think the teacher know my name, not that I'm complaining i've never really been for attention anyways.

The bell rang and I quickly grabbed my satchel bag and rushed to my locker, mainly because its lunch and I'm hungry but also because I didn't want to be near Adam anymore. Looking at that nice little mess of dirty blonde hair  on top of his head for 80 minutes wasn't making it any easier not to crush on him, but those clear light blue eyes make it almost impossible. Even if I did like him he would never like me back, he has all those popular girls to like. I look nothing like them their all tan, blonde hair and blue eyes, I on the other hand have dark brown almost black hair cascading down my shoulders stopping at my chest in natural loose curls. Sometimes dark sometimes light brown eyes that shine with flecks of gold hidden in them, light brown eye shadow across my eye lids daily along with black eye liner top and bottom, with two coats of mascara. My eyes look pretty dark compaired to my pale skin that my best friend Beau often refers to as porcelain, my thin lips and dark eyebrows almost complete my face. My most memorable feature is probably my dimples, whenever I smile even if its half assed I have these dimples at the corner of my mouth.

"Hey there Trish my fabulous best friend" Beau said leaning up against the locker beside mine, me and Beau have been best friends for 4 years now so since grade 8. I was the new girl that year and Beau has always been very out going and friendly so on my first day he started talking to me and we just clicked I guess. Today he was wearing a random band t-shirt with a warm looking grey cardigan thrown over it, normal fitting dark jeans and a pair of black worker boots. His brown hair styled messy as usual. I looked over at him, his dark grey eyes shining with mysterious glint for some reason.

"Hey Beau whats up?" I asked casually grabbing my lunch out of my locker only to have Beau take it from me and throw it out. "What the hell that was my lunch!" I yelled at him confused.

"I'm taking you out to lunch today." He smiled cheekily at me, grabbing my arm as I grabbed my satchel again and closing my locker. Once we got outside I shivered at how cold it was, today I was wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, brown UGG's and a zip up hoodie only halway zipped up that say's PINK on the front despite that fact that its dark green. I had a plain v-neck shirt underneath, and of course my satchel.

We got to Beau's truck, its an old blue Chevy. Its a piece of crap and i've told him that but he loves it, I don't feel safe driving in it mainly because Beau is a terrible driver. He goes way to fast and doesn't usually stop, even though he's had his license for a while now. He turned 16 last school year in February, I on the other hand just turned 16 in September making me much younger that most of the other grade 11 students.

I jumped into the passenger side throwing my bag in the back seat, as Beau started the truck. I smiled at the heat that was now blasting over my cold face and hands, I felt Beau poke my cheek. I looked over and rolled my eyes still smiling, that was something he always did whenever I smiled. He feels the need to poke my dimples because their so pronounced.