with him

go away

Spencer
"Hey Spence!" Someone yelled behind me in the hall. I turned around and saw my best friend Josh walking toward me. I stood by the lockers to not be destroyed by the 200 hungry teens.

"Hey man." I shoved him playfully.

Josh is a weird guy. And my best friend.

Josh is a total nerd. Straight A student, makes the top of the honor roll every single year from middle to high school. He's on the student council and he's valedictorian this year. Josh stands at a 6'3'' and he's super athletic. He plays soccer, volleyball, football, and he is in band.

His dark, deep blue eyes are very intimate. Sometimes, they look really bright and then when you're up close, they are a deep blue. And his brownish-blond hair makes them stand out. Which is why every girl in school fantasizes about him.

"Hey, how was your fourth?" He asked me. Giving a teacher a high five passing by.

"It was crap dude, she was there. Sitting directly beside me." I groaned, remembering my last class.

"Aw poor Heaven. She's great." Josh burst out laughing. I glared at him.

Heaven Ashley.

We just to be good friends. We kissed once. I forgot all about it, but apparently she didn't. I wasn't interested in her. But she got all possessive. Every time I see her, she's always touching me and hitting on me.  She just can't get the hint that I don't like her.

A lot of people say that she's in love with me, and that comment always gets a middle finger.

"That's not funny, Josh." He patted my shoulder.

"Heaven is so into you man, just at least give her a chance." Once we got to the lunchroom, we walked to our table and set our stuff down, then walked to the line.

"Or let me give her a chance." I rolled my eyes. Josh was also kind of a manwhore. He's not a rude guy. But he does kind a have player type side of him.

I scoffed, "Yeah. Try that." I grabbed an apple from the basket of fruit. "And no thanks. She wears too much of that horrible perfume. And she is always touching me."

"You like it when she touches you though." He bumped my shoulder.

"Go to hell Josh." I said.

"Already there." I shook my head and laughed.

Contessa

"Okay. Spill the tea, bitch." Someone slammed their binder on my desk. I looked up to see my friend Layla pulling up her chair.

Layla looked like a model. She was really tall, maybe 5'6 and was thick as the gods. She had the most beautiful skin. It was soft and perfectly tanned. I always thought that she got spray tans. Her blond hair was so curly and long. And her green eyes were just so perfect, and stood out to anyone who looked at her.

Layla was a sweetheart, but mean when she had to be. And she was brutally honest sometimes. She told you the way it was and if you didn't like it, oh well. She didn't care. Layla was also like a smarter version of Einstein. She's the reason why I'm still in school. 

"Hello to you too. Why are you here?" I asked her, moving my stuff from under her binder.

"Were you paying attention, or were you too busy thinking about Sammy?" She teased dreamily. I scoffed.

"I wasn't thinking about him." I mumbled. She eyed me.

"Sure." She rolled her eyes. "The teacher said we can work with partners if we want." I nodded. We started working on the paper. Well, more of me working and Layla telling me all of the latest drama.  After a while, someone came up behind Layla.

"Hey Contessa?"

Sam Pogey, or Sammy as Layla calls him, is my crush. He's a senior and we have fourth period together. We talk in and out of school. We play volleyball together and he's also in my band class, so we're kind of together a lot.

"Oh, Hi Sam." I said. Layla fake gagged. I kicked her foot under the desk and smiled at Sam.

"Hey. Do you have the answers to the last few questions? I couldn't get them." He asked, rubbing his wrist. Layla kicked me underneath the table and mouthed no, but I already picked up my paper and handed it to him.

"Thanks. Can I sit next to you? So I can give it back here?"

"No. Go away Sam." I glared at Layla. For some reason she didn't like Sam. She thinks he's trying to use me. Every time he's around us, she gives him dirty looks and/or dirty comments.

"Yeah, sure." I said. Sam sat next to me and copied the last few answers. After he got done, he slid my paper back in front of me, but he didn't leave.

Instead he turned to me.

"Hi." He smiled.

"Hey." He stared at me. I blushed and looked away. "What?" I asked.

"You're pretty." He poked my hand. I snorted and rolled my eyes.

"Whatever Sam."

If Sam was a word, it would definitely be flirty. Anytime we talked, in person or on the phone, he'd always flirt with me. Calling me beautiful and touching my hand. We talk about a lot of things. School, home, work, etc. I felt my phone vibrate and looked to see a text from Layla.

Layla

Get that diCk.

"Oh my god." I laughed. I looked up and saw that she went back to sit in her seat. She was making sexual gestures with her hands.

"What?" Sam asked. I shook my head.

"Nothing important." I secretly flipped her off and continued talking to Sam.