Reunion

High School

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Sage opened her eyes.

There was nothing special about it. Her eyes didn't flutter open dramatically to reveal a view of the sparkling lights of Paris. Sage didn't awake in an alley, clothes tattered and head resting on a jacket. She didn't jolt up, her head pounding, in a New York hotel room to find herself lying next to a stunning familiar man. Wait ... no, that wasn't this morning.

This was not Sage's morning to live any of these stories. Sage was average, unnoticed. Not one with stories. But that, like most things eventually would, was about to change.

Stage's story began when she reluctantly rolled out of bed, hitting her alarm before it could blare out it's angry tune. She admired her room, which she had meticulously decorated with posters and lights and different pictures from an array of times and places.

Her morning was a familiar blur of braiding hair and makeup and breakfast.

Well, the morning wasn't really when stages story began. Sage's story began when she walked through the school doors, and looked up.

Jamie was on the bus before he was even awake. He threw in ear-phones and blasted whatever was the first song that came up on his phone. Closing his eyes, he wished away seeing Sage, he wished away his father, he wished away his grades. He wished until the jolt of the bus woke him up.

Will broke his record that morning. Three miles, a shower, granola bar, and making lunch for three brothers. All in less than an hour.

Will slung his backpack over his shoulder, as he strode out of his house confidently, meeting the bus just as it pulled up.

Will was a lot of different things to these students, he thought as he walked through the bus, drawing the flirtatious stares of girls and the jealous ones of boys as he went.

He was Will the king, Will the captain of the team, the athlete, the popular boy, the hot older brother, the heartbreaker, the top of the food chain, the lion, the famous yet infamous Will.

But he was also Will the jerk, Will the asshole, Will the "fuckboy". Will of the too many girls and future relying on sports.

Athletes gets injured, lions die, and Kings' rulings end. But Will wasn't thinking about that.

He was thinking about Sage.

When Sage looked up, she met eyes with Will. He was leaning against someone's locker as they talked to him. Of course he looked perfect, black hair curly and messy and eyes perfectly sapphire.

Sage hated him. He was simply a jerk, she thought, how he plays girls heartstrings like violins and is worshipped because he looks good and can throw a ball through a hoop.

But of course Sage forgot this when he smiled at her, and everything around her blurred like a camera going out of focus.

And then Jamie walked by Will, and Sage forgot about Will and everything else.

Jamie was looking down, headphones in ears, walking towards the classroom beside Sage. He didn't meet Sage's eyes as he walked pass and leaned against the wall by the classroom, and Sage's heart dropped down to her stomach at just the sight of him.

Jamie yanked his headphones out of his ears, his grey eyes glassy, his gaze icy, turning to Sage, surprising her.

"I don't even know what to say to you Sage. I fucked up." He snickered. "Hey, she was a lot hotter than you." Students surrounding them stared.

The bell rang, and Sage dodged pass the student traffic, not caring about missing first period.   She pushed through the bathroom doors, and crashed into the nearest stall.