The No Kiss List

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Harrison F. Knight High School holds a student body of two thousand three hundred something students.

I'm not going to do the math that divides the average of every class but I will tell you it's a fairly old school that has been standing since before the day our parents attended, it's also the proud home of the Knight Owls, and our football team could only be considered adequate. Now it's definitely not my favorite place in the world but it gets me out of the house. And in about seven months I'll graduate and think I'll be free from the shackles of school education until I'm burying myself in student debt during my college years.

It's a love-hate relationship that school and I have though. The challenging mornings, the stress of college applications, and the suffocating feeling you carry around with your seven pound backpack. But there's also my friends, my old us history teacher who is illegally attractive, and well maybe that's about it.

"Why do I already want to go home when school hasn't even started?"

"Because you just want to go home and sleep all day."

"Nothing wrong with that Sydney." We haven't even left her car even while already parked in the student parking. It's more of a habit we've developed this year to wait until five minutes before the first bell, its also a way for us to finish getting ready and still be on time.

"Senior year is the easiest year, remember?"  She's wide eyed looking into her sun visor applying mascara. Meanwhile I'm sitting rather abstract in the passenger seat watching every person walking through the front gates.

"Believe me I've been told." I recall to my older brothers lecture of how easy my senior year should be, so if I were to do poorly I should be considered an idiot. And I honestly would expect words like that coming from the perfect child who puts the pressure for me to be the same. The psychology of how much this effects me is something I'd rather avoid discussing though. It's too early for that discussion. Given, I always think its too early to have any discussion. "I'll just copy my way through the year anyways, got me through junior year just fine."

I'm clearly far from the perfect child.

"I should have fig-" Her sentence is cut short by her piercing scream which then scares me causing me to scream with her. This lasts for a split second before we see a hooded figure wearing a Salvador Dali mask and quickly figuring out who the idiot that banged the window was. There's no one else we know who wears the same beige and raggidy hoodie countless of times just because he thinks its the coolest hoodie he's ever owned.

"Zach!" We both angrily yell at the laughing Salvador Dali.

"You asswipe." I throw one of the closest things I could find at him which only turned out to be a ketchup packet from yesterdays lunch.

"Good morning lady's wonderful weather this morning right?" He took off the mask revealing his bright blue eyes. He had a goofy smile on his face that always made us want to punch him because its always the smile he gives us after situations like the one a minute ago.

He's always found a special way to be on both our bad side and soft side which could explain why I've delt with him and his mischievous ways since we were in middle school. I could still remember the scrawny boy he used to be when we were first put together because of a seating chart.

He's still technically that same scrawny boy but with a slightly more built which in a way makes him the black sheep of his family of football players. What's even better is the fact that he hates football. He gave it a chance when he was a freshman and then proceeded to quit within the same year. He said he didn't like the brutal training they had him do and then was actually made fun of by his older brothers until this day. And I actually wasn't surprised by that since Zach had never been the kind of person who really challenges himself instead takes the easy way out of things. That's something I really admire and respect about him.