Plain Jane

Daydreams and Nightmares

"Well I guess thats it. Any questions?"
"Nope. Does that mean I can go for lunch now" she said with a timid smile.
"Yeah of course" I giggled.

She walked off to join the group of kids awaiting her. I returned the books to their rightful shelves and started to make my way to my locker.

Even though it was always initially awkward, tutoring had grown on me. I loved to watch them learn how smart they really were. It made me proud to think I helped them discover that. It was one of the very few things I was good at.

"Jane!"

My train of thought came to an abrupt stop as someone grabbed me by the shoulders and whipped me around. I came to face a pair of piercing green eyes accompanied by freckled olive skin and and perfect red curls.

It was none other than Liv Jenson Otherwise known as my best friend, well my only friend really.

"Hey Liv"

"Don't hey Liv me! I'm in the middle of a crisis! You won't believe what I just heard!"

I tried to follow the intricate story of how Macy told Jen that Sanjay's friend Lucy knew a girl named Heather that was apparently trying to get with Mark. One of Liv's many ex's.

Yes she was a little boy crazy, but who could blame her. She was the spawn of perfect, and everyone knew it. The girls wanted to be her and the guys wanted to get her. At the top of academics and captain of the senior girls volleyball team she was a package deal.

How we managed to stay friends is a real mystery. She was always a social butterfly, ever since we met in elementary school. Making friends anywhere she went (eg. Melanie from Algebra whom she'd met in the girl's bathroom) but no matter how many friends she made, she always had time for me. Which was a miracle in itself. I'd manage to tolerate her crazy ass stories as long as I had her friendship.

"JANE. Are you even listening!"
"Um... Yeah?"
She rolled her eyes and they disappeared to the back of her head.
"Since you're clearly not paying attention I'm just gonna go tell Amber."

She melted into the stampede of students in the hallway. The crowd was drowning my poor 5"1 soul so I took to the bathroom for refuge.

As I was washing my hands my eyes wandered to the mirror. Our school has mirrorless Mondays, where every reflective surface in the school is covered. A useless attempt in my opinion, especially since every kid in the school owns a phone.

Today was Wednesday, so I did my daily self demeaning. I stared back small flat figure draped with my old fall out boy shirt and my oversized grandma cardigan. I don't do make up, not that I could if I wanted to. I suppose my glasses would cover it up anyway. I threw the mop of hair on my head into a quick top knot and walked put of the bathroom feeling much worse than when I had entered.

There's really nothing special about me. I really am a plain Jane.

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gov·ern·ment
Definition:
The single most boring course to ever exist in the history of high school.
Synonyms:
Sleep, Boring, Hell, Death, I'dRatherShootMyselfThanGoToClass

There was only one thing that kept me awake during this painfully horrendous class. Make that one person.

Parker. Parker Adams.
Otherwise known as possibly the most beautiful specimen to ever walk the earth. He wasn't even what most people would call hot. He was just so adorable.

He had the softest looking hair ever. It looked softer than Stubbs (my parents shouldn't have let me name the cat when I was 11). It had this tousled look, as if he hadn't put any effort into it at all, yet it managed to be impossibly perfect.

It was official. I had decided I was willing to give up my whole bookshelf just to pet his hair. Everything except my limited edition Harry Potter set. That was worth at least a date.

The best part was he was known to be unbearably sweet and had no sign of any previous or current girlfriend. Not that I had even the slightest chance, but thats the best part of dreaming, it doesn't have to be possible.

You know, I really do love Liv to pieces. But I have to take it back. Parker. Now he was the spawn of perfect. His hair, his nose, his lips, his eyes. Everything made it so hard not to stare.

That's why I loved presentations. They gave me a reason to stare without making me look like a stalker. This time it was group presentations, that took away some of the nerves that came with public speaking. As long as I didn't get a scary parter I'd be fine.

Ms. Carter started pulling names from a box. It's amazing how the school managed to pair the most boring course with the most boring teacher. She was so old she took centuries to speak. She also frequently gives me heart problems, because it's hard to tell if she's still alive at times.

"A-A-Antony with Isabelle"
"Joseph with K-Kim-Mi"

After a few decades later she finally managed to wheeze out my name.

"J-Jane with- my, my, who's this, the writing is so small"
She went to her desk to grab her reading glasses which were at least an inch thick.

I scanned the room to see who was left. There were only about 4 people who hadn't been called. One of them was him. There was no way I could be paired up with him for a project worth 30% of my mark after avoiding him for 4 years.

I held my breath as Ms. Carter decided my faith.

"Oh, here we go. Jane with Parker"

Oh crap.

A/N:
I don't know if this is any good, but I just wanted to write it for all those people who can't seem to see how amazing they are. I know its hard but keep your head up. 😊
Also. Is anyone else's nose cold, is that just me???