Why stop at just friends?

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Entering the history room covered in posters ranging from American presidency to world war facts, I avoided looking in the direction of a certain blonde haired devil and sat down at my usual seat in the middle corner of the classroom.

Everyone was feeling the effect of a Monday. People visually tired, slouched in their seats or leaning on their palms. Even the teacher seemed over it all as she marked the roll.

The black clock hands ticked on slowly, few students mumbling to one another while the teachers voice drilled our ears. I could only sit and watch the clock on the wall considering my normal ability to focus wasn't at its best. I would have blamed it on being a Monday, but it wasn't the case.

I was feeling unsettled, and a certain blonde haired, green monster with the name of Sean was fuelling that feeling with his constant glances. I kept my focus ahead, but feeling someone's eyes on me was something I could never handle.

To be frank, I didn't quite understand why I even allowed myself to explore things with someone like Sean. He had to have had an ulterior motive, it didn't make sense why he'd have gone for me.

Truly, so perhaps that's why he's still trying to mend things with me, because he didn't achieve his goal or bet, whatever possible negative intention he had and as a result, he's trying to get back into my good books to then once more, undermine me and then achieve his final goal.

Or he's just a moronic addict addicted to any girl and it's just a self conquest for him, a personal list in his mind, portraying women like their goals to tick off in his invisible list.  

Regardless, I have to train myself to stop worrying about it. No one has looked at me any differently like they know he deflowered me, no rumours have spread nor has anyone made direct comments to me apart from Sean, so it's best to just leave it where it is and stop fretting the worst.

That was my aim, at least.

Fifteen minutes into the lesson, a figure walked in and I looked to see it was none other than Phoenix, who nodded his head and grinned over at his friends in the back row. His friendship group differed to Sean's friendship group, but they were still on nod—your—head as a greeting, terms.

While Sean was the popular jock and considerably viewed as a "cool" guy, he was no rule breaker. No trouble maker. Sure, he made class jokes, laughed at the expense of others behind their back, got all the girls and partied, but he still had far too many expectations of being "perfect" that was set by his wealthy parents, enough that he wouldn't damn step out of line and find himself with threats of suspension.

Phoenix, however, was the type who made plenty of jokes, disrupted the class, laughed in someone's face rather than behind their back, said what was on his mind and wasn't just labelled a pretty boy jock. He was considered cool, and Sean could pretend, but I knew it bothered him that Phoenix was cool without trying. It came easy to him. Like I said, they associated here and there, but they didn't hang out constantly — Sean could only wish. At the end of the day, I still found them all as nothing more than a bunch of attention seekers. Phoenix was a little bit of ladies man as well, a player, and that seemed to be one of the only things apart from popularity and partying, that he had in common with Sean.

At the end of the day though, all they cared about reputation, being social and partying. Not my cup of tea. I'll stick to reading, watching movies with my cat and studying.