Behind The Glasses

Chapter 5

   “Where were you?” Brooklynn demanded, “You’re a nerd, you never skip school and you’re never ill!” she cried, flicking her long blonde hair out of her way dramatically; Xander sighed; I dismissed Brooklynn’s comment.

    “So what did I miss?” I said instead to no one in particular, Amya beamed at me;                      “Brooklynn says we can bring a plus one; that means I can take Ben; you remember him don’t you?” – I groaned internally. Ben was Amya’s next door neighbour, he went to another school; Amya had been trying to set us up for years. When we talked it was quite awkward.

   Brooklynn grinned, “Who will you bring as your plus one?” – I knew what she was implying. Who would go with me? I smirked back, catching Ryker’s eye, he smirked back; “Actually, I have someone in mind”; Xander, Amya and Brooklynn gawped at me, I continued to smirk; “I don’t know if he’ll come but I can ask anyway”.  After that it was no ending talk of my plus one; I was off the hook.

   The school day passed quickly, having decent lessons and teachers; where you actually learned stuff. I learned that unfortunately Brooklynn had invited most of our year; things were starting to get out of hand; for me anyway. It seemed that she was just throwing invites out left, right and centre, not really knowing or caring who picked one up.

   “So who’s the mystery guy?” Amya whispered, “Where’d you meet? Is he better looking than Ben?” I nodded. Evan was definitely much better looking than Ben; bless his heart. He was actually an alright guy, I could just never see myself with him; then again; I can’t really see myself with anyone.

   “His name’s Evan, he kind of, already invited himself anyway as my plus one; we never had formal introductions; he just keeps appearing everywhere I go; it’s a bit creepy actually” I laugh. Amya gives me a look, the PEDO look. I shrug it off, Evan was not as scary as the drunk I had encountered last night! 

   The rest of the day crawls by as usual; nothing particularly interesting happens, just same old same old. Same people getting into fights, funnily enough the same people causing the fights; and of course the whole “Come at me, say that to my face” kind of thing everyone hopes will spark off a fight but never actually does.

  Last period is History, I love history and everything about it; except where I sit; I sit next to the bitchiest boys in the school; he was bitching about one of his so called friends, “Did you see Rachel’s fringe? Honestly, dear god what was she thinking? Fat fringes were so last season. And with her face? Perlease…” he ranted.

   As usual when it came to Brad’s conversations I just switched off. He was rambling again about some party, one I seriously didn’t care about. “You’re going aren’t you Harper?” he sneered at me, I raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Y’know, silly; Brooklynn’s party! Of course you’re going!” I nodded, laughing again (fakely) when Brad continued, to ‘silly’ me. His voice was so irritating!

   I walked home quickly that day, knackered from the day; it was just another Monday; I wondered who would be at home today. I hoped it was Chase, if only we would waste another day together; not waste, but just chill and do nothing. I come home to find the house in darkness, I wonder if there is anyone home at all – probably not. I flick on the light switch, dumping my bag on a spare chair; I hear a groan. Obviously it was not a spare chair! Hunter growled - the animal! 

   Hunter was up on his feet quicker than a lightning bolt, he was over six foot! He was wearing bleak faded jeans, not the fashionable type; just the shabby type ones. “You, me outside in ten; we’re going to the track now” he ordered; straightening his rumpled, also faded, t-shirt; honestly, with his business couldn’t he buy a new shirt? I daren’t disobey; instead I fling myself up the stairs knowing we only go to the track to do one thing: train.