Her Story

September 10, 2010

"Hi boys," I greet putting my calc book on the table. And take my seat next to Charlie.

"Annabeth," They all greet. Charlie and Chandler were engaged in an arm wrestling match. Chandler and Charlie both look up. Charlie smiles at me and goes back to his arm wrestling match. Charlie finally wins and kisses my cheek he pushes my lunch toward me. He'd gone out and bought lunch today. Against my wishes, but it was that or bread and water. So I guess I can't complain.

"How were classes?" He asks me wrapping an arm around me.

"Long and dull, but very insightful," I tell him enjoying my tortellini and pink sauce. "Did you know that calculus has no purpose in my career?" I ask him, music doesn't have much to do with math. Except that the number of breaths you take or the number of notes you hit per second. Metronomes are perfect for that. And Calc has nothing to do with that.

"I had a feeling." Charlie jokes back. "Game night," He says.

"I'll be there." I promise him. "Don't worry." He has his old letterman from Sheldonridge on. The blue, white and grey with the falcon on the back. His SH Letters filled with pins from awards. Avalon has yet to give him his new letterman, so he's insistent on wearing his old one.

"Here," He says handing me his letterman. "We'll do like the movies and you can wear my letterman for game days." He says smiling at me.

"Cute overload," Chandler groans dropping his head dramatically onto his arms on the table.

"You need a girlfriend." One of the boys jokes. Chandler tenses and I shoot him a sympathetic glance. He gives a half smile before standing and walking away. Alana throws herself at him again, only to be brushed off. He looks over to a table filled with band students. The table continues to talk, oblivious to his glance. I quickly excuse myself and make my way over to the table.

"Hi, can I ask you guys some questions?"

"Sure, go ahead." One of them says.

"Did you know Chandler's girlfriend."

"That would be me." A girl with auburn red hair says her big hazel eyes look up from her sheet music. A beautiful flutist, that sounds perfect for him. "Why?"

"He really misses you. Did you know that?" I ask her. "From what I've heard you were his world."

"Well, now Alana's all over him, he can't miss me that much."

"Every time she comes onto him he pushes her off, he doesn't like her. He like's you."

"Yeah, well, Alana's going to make sure I never have him again." She answers.

"You're going to let her win?"

"There's no stopping her." She says she looks over to the baseball table.

"I made the same mistake you're making." I tell her. "It's not too late to change it. I let the popular girl get into my head, and keep me from someone who cared about me."

"You probably had a lot less to lose than I do." She says.

"What does she have over your head?"

"Rumors, with a lot of weight," She answers. "Playing Truth or Dare at a party I had to make out with one of the football guys, Chandler's arch rival. It was that or me taking 12 shots of an unknown."

"Then beat her to the punch and tell him yourself."

"It's not just that."

"I'm sure he'd understand. He seems a lot like my boyfriend. He'd understand."