CLOUDED MINDS , NATE MALOLEY

.1//kassidy

kassidy clarke meyers

i woke myself up for the first day of junior year. i wore a nice black low crop top, black ripped jeans, and my pink yeezy's. i did my makeup and grabbed my car keys.

i slid my phone in my back pocket, and slid my book bag over my shoulders. i started walking out of the house, sighing i unlocked my car and got in. i started the car and drove to school.

i absolutely fucking hate school. not only is it boring, but the people there are just fucking terrible.

just breathe, and exhale.

i made it to school, the feeling in my stomach not going away. i stepped out of the car and began walking into the school. i looked up at the building full of the kids i hate.

i took in another breath and walked into the large gym, where we had to sit in bleachers. a few other kids in here, they stared at me as i made my way to the top of the bleachers.

some started into small talk, and then more kids came along. i plugged in my ear phones, and started playing music. i leaned into the side of the bleachers not wanting to be here.

i glanced around again, the teachers calling names to get schedules. they called my name, i jumped up sliding between a group of girls, i started my way down the aisle.

the younger woman smiled at me handing me my schedule, i stood there for about five seconds looking at my class periods. i looked up and started walking back up the bleachers.

a group of guys looking my way, one of them biting down on their lip. i looked away, since i was insecure. i hate when people stare at me, it makes me feel insecure.

i sat back in my seat, listening to my music again. i looked down at my arms, sighing then looking back around. the same group of guys looking my way, this time i smiled and waved. fuckboys.

the bell rang, we all shuffled down the bleachers making our way to the first class. i slid my phone in my back pocket with my earphones. on the desks there were little index cards with people's names.

wonderful, assign seats. i looked around and found mine on a green index card. i was stuck in between two people. i read the cards.

nathan maloley

john swift

i groaned and sat down. wonderful two guys. one of the guys that was looking at me walked into the class room, i looked up at him as he smiled, i slightly smiled and looked back down.

someone stood next to me, i looked up to see the guy. he sat down next to me. must be nathan. he had dark black hair, brown eyes, a snapback, and the perfect white teeth.

"hi," he said, i looked at him. "i'm nate." i nodded.

"kassidy." i replied, looking into his brown eyes. he stuck out his hand, waiting for me to shake his. i wrapped my hand around his and shook them.

"who sits on the other side?" he asked, i looked at the card again.

"john swift." i replied, he grinned. oh, must be his buddy.

"niice," he looked up and motioned for someone to come over. "swazz! get over here, boy!" he told somebody who was talking to some girl. the guy then got up and started walking over here.

"skatee!" he called doing a handshake with nate, he then turned to me. i looked around the room trying to ignore his glares.

"hey, lil ma." he said, i looked up at him.

"hi." i spoke quietly, he chuckled.

"do you mind switching me spots?" he asked, i shook my head and moved down into john's original seat. he nodded a thank you and smiled sitting down beside nate.

i sighed and stared at the table desk. the teacher then began with rules and basic shit that no one cared about. nate and john talking to each other the whole time.

i looked down at my arms, placing my arms in my lap. i traced the scars on my arms, without looking down. i looked around me again, seeing everyone happy but me.

i wasn't happy like them, i didn't smile as much as them. and i envied them for doing that, for being happy. i didn't live the perfect life, but i tried. i tried to smile and laugh as hard as them.

i sighed and looked around again as the teacher started handing out papers. i stuffed them in my large binder and went on about exploring the room with my eyes. john turned to me and smiled.

me being shy, i didn't know what to do. so i did what i should have done and smiled back. he looked back at nate and then back to me.

"you're smile is gorgeous, lil ma." he said, as i nervously chuckled. i never believed any of the nice things anybody said to me, because i knew they weren't true.

because i don't have good features and i believe this. at least that's what they made me believe.

"thanks, john." was all i said, smiling. i smiled, but these aren't real. i've never had a true smile, not at home. not at school, nor anywhere else. all i had was the sadness that traveled with me.

"instead of calling me john, call me swazz." swazz said, i nodded.

"okay." nate looked at me from behind swazz, i looked away feeling insecure. why are they looking at me? i mean i wasnt the prettiest thing to look at, compared to everyone else.

maybe they're just being nice? that seems logical, because not a lot of people are nice to me. i took out a pen and started drawing on my hand.

i didn't draw on my arm, because people ask to see them and then they see the lines of cuts and bruises down my arm. swazz looked over at me, he smiled taking the pen and writing something down on my hand.

i looked down to see he wrote a number, but not just any, his. he looked down at me winking, i flushed and looked down. swazz was fucking hot, why would he give me his number?

i wasn't even cute, nate kept looking at me.

"can i write my number down too?" i nodded, i reached my arm across the table with the pen in my hand. he took it and started to write his number down, i smiled to myself.

i can't believe this. this is really happening. nate and swazz gave me their numbers, this day has already gotten better, and will get better i can feel it.

:)

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