Looking Through Her Eyes

Stupid Jocks

"Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive.."
Ha, I thought. Had surgery three times, never gets easier. And yes, the classic-rock-obsessed punk-ass is listening to Shawn Mendes. Sue me. Anyways, I was getting off my bus with my bestie Lauren, walking towards the doors to hell, er, I mean school. I glanced at the dark early morning sky one more time before heading inside, greeted by the slap of bright fluorescent lights and about 300 loud annoying kids. I sighed, waiting for the bell to ring. While I was waiting, I took a moment to analyze my surroundings. Same cliquey, obnoxious girls, surrounded by the same shoe-obsessed horny testosterone producing boys. RINGGGG. Oh, finally. I shuffled through the crowd down the hall, past of the useless murals our principal thought was necessary to spend tons of the money on that our district doesn't have.
Pfft, like she was thinking, "America's education sucks balls. -Oh! I have a good idea! Let's plaster a bunch of lame quotes on our school walls and forget about the $5 million in debt our district owes. Cheers!"
I made my way to my locker, putting in my combination, opening it to having my algebra book falling out, slamming onto my foot. Dammit. I look up to see  crush walking past me, slightly glancing in my direction. Distracted, I look at the clock. 7:23. I sigh and take my earbuds out of my ears, mourning with the parting with my music, and stuff my phone into my stupid locker.
"Goooood Morninggggg!"
I look up and smile. My four best friends, Emily, Emma, Lauren, and Sarah smile.
"Sup," I respond.
"Byeeeee" says Emily, and they bounce away to homeroom.
"Sup Lexi" says my locker-neighbor (and actual neighbor) Fred.
"Wassup Fred." I say.
He nods in his Fred-like manner and does the dab (don't question it-it's Fred.) Just then his best friend Mike, walks up to him, as silent as ever. I wonder what goes on inside his head. They both walk up to join the flock of jocks, who, for some reason, have decided to migrate to the right of my locker, blocking the only path to the hallway down to my homeroom classroom. Sigh. It took me 2 minutes to push past the twenty-some number of tall, loud boys. Stupid jocks. I glance back to see my crush looking at me from a distance. Blushing, I duck into my classroom, the image of his smile burning into my brain.