In Over My Head

Hallways and Introductions

"God, I look so ugly today!" Sally complains as she examines her curly brown hair and large dark eyes that are hidden behind even larger glasses through the dirty mirror. She hates them, her glasses, but I personally think they are adorable and that they are what make Sally, Sally.

"Shut up no you don't, you look the same as always." I reply, shaking my head as I examine my own reflection.

God these mirrors make your skin look bad. I swear that scratch on my forehead wasn't there this morning.

"Gee, thanks." Sally says, eyebrows raised and looking a little hurt.

"GOD no, I meant you always look good." I correct myself. And she does. I really don't know how she can manages to look the same everyday, I feel like I look different all the time.

"Oh thanks. You look really pretty today too." She tells me as she looks at me and hides her face as she turns red.

"You did it again." I tell her, unimpressed.

We burst out laughing.

Sally does this thing where she gets all awkward and embarrassed when she compliments someone, and if you were to see her compliment another girl, you would get the wrong idea.

"Oh, sorry." She says, which makes our laughter increase.

Typical Sally, always apologizing.

We earn a few dirty looks from the other girls in the washroom, and I give them all smiles. Because who knows? Maybe one of them was having a bad day, and the sound of laughing teenage girls is the last thing they needed to hear. Or maybe we appear to be one of those pathetic gossipers that everyone despises dearly. Everyone has their own excuse as to why they react a certain way in a situation, so i really don't let it get to me. Well, except for people who are just assholes in general and have nothing better to do than judge others.

As Sally and I begin walking out of the washroom, I check the time. 8:06 am. We still have 8 minutes until the walk-in music comes on.

It's a constant thing, checking the time. I wouldn't call it a bad habit, since it is beneficial at times, but I always feel as though i need to know the time as often as possible. Because If i don't, I feel unsafe. Its hard to explain.

"Guess what." I ask Sally as we walk down the halls to her math class. I smile at a few people, and wave at those i'm close with.

"Hmm...you hate Umbridge?" She rolls her eyes.

"How'd you know?" We both laugh.

"Umbridge" is our code name for Noah. I named him after Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter, mainly because she is one of my least favorite characters in the whole series. That woman had some major issues. and If I had a chocolate bar for every time I said the phrase "guess what" or "i hate umbridge", I would have diabetes for sure by now.

"Sure you do." Sally says as she stares ahead with a small smirk. I gently shove her in annoyance, though I can't contain my smile.

Sally is convinced that Noah is completely in love with me, and that I share a mutual feeling.

She thinks this because apparently she sees the "way he looks at me" in the halls, and she senses tension every time she sees us talk. I always remind her that the "tension" she senses may actually just be my blood boiling in annoyance since most of the time his phrases are so cocky and asshole-ish. Most of the time.

"Anyways, you better get going." We stop in front of her math class and I gesture towards the door. She winks at me and rushes into the room after giving me a little wave. I roll my eyes.