The Girl in the Hoodie

Part 1

     After hearing Nichole recount for the thousandth time on how she had the best of everything, I rolled my eyes in disgust, glancing at the clock along the way. We were supposed to be doing math but who does math while in  partners? Exactly. Since my partner was caught up in drawing somewhat of an eye, I had took the privilege to color  in some flowers. In the midst of this I over heard all the conversations. The popular (girls) consist of boyfriends and how they are "so annoying", and how life is so hard when you only have one shade of eye shadow, or when they just have to over pronounce how much each thing they own is. Hard life right? The popular boys consist of sports and how they are so good at it, girls (mostly butts or boobs), and people. Then there's the fandoms, which are pretty cool. Then there's me, the floaters. I'm the one person that bounces from group to group, friends with everyone. In junior high, it's a eat or be eaten world. The less predators the more chance of survival.
    Anyways, after the torture of x's and y's, I gathered all my things quickly and scattered out the room just incase variables tried to drown me again. I looked up happy to see my friend Blake. Now Blake is the only person who is relatable to me, plus gives me food. "Hey." He said handing me a soft cookie. "Hi." I groaned. He looked at me with a smile, "Math swallowed you whole again?" I couldn't help but smile, "No, chewed me first." "Hm. Surprised." He and I both knew we only had a short amount of time to get to class so we started to step away to our paths. "So," he said. "P.E. will be fun." (Which is hard to believe) "hmph. I wish." And then we were apart on our ways not even glancing back. That's just how our friendship works.
     Along the way to the doomed P.E., I just kept my head down and minded my own business. As I got to the line where we always meet before heading off into the gym, I looked up and saw this person, wearing a shirt with my favorite band on it. Now, the thing about this band is that it's VERY rare to find someone else who likes it. Especially enough to be the hoodie. I mean, Falling Stars isn't just your everyday band. This caught me so very off guard that I ended up staring at the shirt not realizing the person was looking back. When I came to my realization, I looked at their face and surprisingly it was a girl. A beautiful girl to be exact. I mean, I had thought some girls were beautiful too but this was just..unexplainable. Why was I even thinking she was beautiful? 
    Suddenly, Nichole had stood right in front of me, blocking my view. "Don't you just hate it when your nail breaks off? I do, look it hurts real bad." I looked down and yet to find was the broken, bleeding nail. "Hurts." I said looking at her but looking for the girl at the same time. "I mean fake nails these days don't last." She kept complaining. "I wouldn't know." I said giving up on looking for the girl. Instead I put my hand out and replied, "All my hands have ever seemed to know are sports, they've never been pampered that way." My fingers actually are pretty messed up, kinda shameful to show off, but who cares. It's just fingers right?
    About that time our teacher waved for us to march into the gym. Nichole had found her group of friends and ran off to them, and her oh so annoying boyfriend. I myself just stayed in the back, waiting for everyone to walk faster because deep down we all knew we had the same fate. To sweat like the teenagers we are to the most annoying games there can be. Dragging my feet into the gym, I threw my book sack down onto the bench and took my clothes to change. Being that I'm the last one (usually) I noticed something that usually doesn't happen. Another class had come into the gym because their teacher had to work on our teachers computer. Which sucked even worse because after looking at the class, I'd realized I had been making awkward eye contact with my ex who I now feel betrayed by. Rolling my eyes I walked fast into the dressing room, taking time very slowly.
    The thing about my ex (Brayden) he knew he liked someone else when he dated me, lead me on, cheated, lied, and then pushed me away just to be with that person who just so happen to be my (ex) best friend Jada. But you know, there's this thing called karma. So hopefully that'll work one day.
    Anyways..P.E. dreaded on as I played volleyball for the thousandth time.