Never Be the Same

Never Be the Same ll

II

                By the time lunch rolled around I was back in the clothes I’d left my house in. The family studies teacher offered me words of wisdom and sympathy as I walked out of her classroom and headed towards the cafeteria.

                I could still feel the stares of people boring into my back relentlessly as I walked through the halls. People whispered mercilessly, not bothering to hide their words behind their hands. I managed to block out their hateful words as I scurried to the large room packed full of people who would no doubt be talking about me as well.

                But nothing I could have thought up could have been any worse than what happened when I pulled open the glass door and stepped inside.

                Every single pair of eyes in the large, open room zoned in on me like a heat seeking missile. In the middle of the room, where their usually table sat, stood the populars and football players. Beck and Brittany were in the middle of their friends staring intently at me. Beck’s smile was warm and inviting, one I’d usually only receive while we were alone, but Brittany looked like she wanted to kill.

                Rooted to my spot, I watched as people’s eyes bounced between me and the two in the middle of the room. And after several minutes Brittany’s shrill voice broke the endless silence. “You’re involved with her,” she pointed a manicured finger at me, “instead of dating me? Have you hit your head too many times?”

                I felt my stomach drop out of my butt. He told the entire student body….

                “Oh give it a rest Brittany,” Beck signed, stepping away from her and nearly exiting the circle his friends had formed. His eyes landed on me and I nearly shook my head. I didn’t want him to do this, not when he had a game he should be worrying about. “For three years you’ve been trying to sink your claws into any guy you wanted to; burying any girl you felt could rise above you so deep that no male would look at her. And you’ve done that to Adrianna for three years.”

                His voice echoed off the walls as the audience he held watched with unblinking eyes. Brittany stood with her hips cocked to the side and her hands placed firmly upon them. “Give it a rest? You’ve been making fun of the charity case for just as long as I have. So why don’t you stop making it look like I’m the only bad guy here?” she threw her hands up in frustration before shooting a glare in my direction.

                Beck glanced over at me as well, sorrow shining brightly in his eyes. “I only made fun of her because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have been a part of the team; figuratively speaking,” the crowd began whispering feverishly amongst each other. I could feel tears well up behind my eyes and quickly tore my gaze away from his. “All of you have done something in order to be accepted by friends or people you want to classify as friends. Nobody in this room can say they haven’t without lying. I’m not saying that what I did was justifiable, because I can assure you it’s not, but what I’m saying is that I was pressured into tagging along the same ideas as the football team and Brittany.”

                The whispers intensified no doubt about how evil and maniacal Brittany’s been since she started high school. Hell, even some of the football players nodded their head as they discussed what had been said amongst themselves. Brittany, on the other hand, didn’t look as willing to accept what Beck had brought up.

                “I am not the person who started all of this!” she shrieked on deaf ears as everyone continued to clamour on about the vile things she’s said over three years’ time. “I will not be made the bad guy in all of this!” When she realized no one was listening to her she let out a frustrated sigh and stomped her foot like a deprived five year old.