The Boys I Used To Know

Chapter 1- Kill Me Now

Hey hope you enjoy. There's a picture on the side of the main character Danni.

Chapter 1

"He told me he was different!" Becky sobbed into Sara's shoulder. "What a liar! I just can't take this anymore. He was going to take me to Prom!"

I tried to keep myself from rolling my eyes. Now, don't think I'm insensitive, because I love Becky. We had been friends since fourth grade back at Everson Middle School and we were in our last year at Everson HIgh. She was, and always will be, my friend, but there comes a time in your life when you just think, "Oh god not again." 

"What?" Becky sniffed and looked at me. 

Had I said that out loud? Shit! "I can't believe he did that to you again." I sighed, feigning sympathy. 

"I know! I really thought we were for real this time," she shook her head and looked down at her feet.

This was going to be a rough day. Why couldn't Jason have been courteous to me and wait until the end of the school day to break up with her? Now I had to take care of this blubbering idiot who was in my next period gym class. 

Sara gave Becky a squeeze and then released her. We were already late to class. Sara didn't have gym so she had to hurry to Math before Mr. Morgan decided she was too late to let her slide.

"We'll talk some more at lunch," Sara spoke softly to Becky as if Becky would brake if she said anything too loudly. 

Becky nodded and wiped the running mascara off her face. "How do I look?" she asked.

"Beautiful," I said, "Let's go." I nodded my head in the direction of the locker room, which by now was probably empty. 

"Danni, you care about your grades way too much." Her face changed from a frown to that mischevious smile she gets when she's plotting, "What's so bad about missing one period? It's only gym class!"

"I'm not skipping with you," I said, already walking towards the locker room where a double door would greet me and let me go into a stuffy, smelly changing area. 

She grabbed my hand, pulling me back, "Please!"

My heart started to pound. Wow, that was pathetic. Even just thinking of cutting made me nervous. "Noooo," I dragged her forward.

"Come on! You're way too up tight, woman. What's one gym class in the grand scheme of things?" She pouted, "Besides, I'm totally heartbroken right now."

I rolled my eyes, "Beck, you and Jay will be back together tomorrow so that's not really helping your case here." 

"Okay, fine," she put up her hands in surrender. "We'll go to gym, but I'm telling you this could have been a lot of fun." 

"I'm telling you," I said reaching for the door, "there's no way I'm cutting." I pulled on the locker room door but it didn't budge. Why wouldn't it open? I tried again and then I tried the other door. 

"Herrington locks it when everyone is in gym," Becky informed me with a smile.

"You knew this," I sighed and looked down, my hand still on the door. "You're evil."

Beck's smile reached her eyes, "Shut up. You know you love me."

I couldn't believe I forgot the gym teacher locks the door. I had never been this late to gym before but I still knew they locked it up ever since this one girl's iPod was stolen.  Stupid girl. There was no point going up to the gym to ask for they key to go get changed because we'd get detention for being so late. I guess cutting wasn't such a bad idea because either way we're screwed. 

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this." I readjusted my bag so it was on my shoulder and walked towards one of the doors that led out of the school. 

"Really?" Becky asked excitedly, still standing by the locker room.

"Becky, if you don't hurry up I might change my mind," I said and by now I was stepping outside.

"YES!" she yelled and followed me through the doors to freedom.

But I did change my mind. "Never mind, let's go back inside."

"What? Why?" She asked and then she realized why I stopped.

"Ian Bryce." 

Now, I know it's completely ridiculous to get worked up about some guy that I probably wouldn't see after high school but there he was, the insolent and incorrigible Ian Bryce. He was leaning against his car in the front of the parking lot with a cigarette between his fingers and two girls at his side. Mark Dillon, Ian's second hand man, completed the group.

Ian had those blue eyes that looked like the ocean. They were such a fierce aqua color. His light brown hair was just long enough to reach his eyes. His body was toned due to the fact that he was an excellent lax player. Laccrose players, I must say, have the best bodies in all sports besides swimmers. He had that pretty boy look of Zac Efron, if you could imagine that Disney icon from High School Musical smoking. Such was the contradiction of Ian Bryce; he looked good but most defininately was not.

I almost threw up in my mouth.

"Maybe he won't notice you," Beck said, but it sounded like a question.

 I just looked at her.

"Yeah, I know, you're right. He has that weird, like, spider sense when it comes to you."

"Exactly," I said as Ian looked in our direction. A smirk spread across his face. "Kill me now."