The Story of Us

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

We walked outside, towards the front of the school. I forgot to ask Malarie where her locker was!

“Malarie! Where’s your locker?” I asked, worried.

“Calm down, F 241.” She said. Okay, her locker was right beneath mine. We walked towards the locker, scanning then for F 341, and F 241.

“Here they are!” She exclaimed. I smiled and we walked toward them. I tried to open mine, but it wasn't working. Then I heard the clacking of high heels behind me. I turned around, to see a girl standing behind me, with her hands on her hips. She looked a couple years older than us.

“Are you lost?” She said, with an evil sneer.

“Um, no? We were just trying to open our lockers.” I said, innocently.

“Well you are blocking the way to my locker. If you two haven’t noticed, the locker says J 341, not F 341. ‘J’ for junior, ‘F’ for freshman. Got it? And next time don’t be so thick, you wouldn’t want to be on my bad side. ” She said. “By the way, I’m Jenny, head cheerleader.” That explains it, I thought. I was right after all, she is a junior. I was snapped out my thoughts when Malarie yanked me away, and Jenny raised an eyebrow, waiting for us to move.

“S-sorry…” I started to say, when Malarie was pulling me away. We walked to the freshman lockers, and opened them up.

“Jeez Phoebe! That girl…” She said, taking deep breaths. “She’s just lucky she didn’t insult us one more time, because I could’ve knocked her out!” She said, as I was tryingnot to laugh. Malarie is always saying how she can “knock people out” when she only took 1 semester of Taekwondo in the 7th grade. 

“Of course you could...of course you could.” I said, laughing, trying to lighten the mood. “Anyways, let's find our lockers now.” I continued. She nodded, and started blabbing on about how she was going to decorate her locker. I looked inside my own locker, and it was far more disappointing than I expected it to be. It was grey, metal, and plain with one hook under a single shelf. I sighed, trying to think of how I could make it mine. I set my leather book bag down at the bottom of my locker. I opened it up, and took out some sticky strips, and taped up a little pink mirror. I put up a pink mini basket under my mirror. I filled it with extra mascara, lip gloss, hair bands, and a mini hair brush. I took out my lunch, a vintage metal lunch box that has a picture of an owl, and a sign that’s says, “How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”- on the top shelf of my locker. I put down my French and geometry textbooks at the bottom of the locker, and hung up my book bag on the hook.

“Ta-da!” I said to Malarie.

“Wow!  It looks great Phoebe!” She says back, examining my locker. I look in her locker and notice; she has only set down her bag and lunch in the locker and taped pictures on the back of the door, where I have my mirror. I look at my iphone and notice that we only have 15 minutes before English. I was just about to put it back in my pocket, when it buzzes. It was my older brother, Luke. He is a senior this year. It said: ‘Hey freshie, I heard you had a bit of a run in with Jenny! Ha! Better not get on her bad side, sucker!’ Wow. Just like him, so immature. I should’ve expected that! I texted him back: ‘Whatever! I haven’t seen you all day! What period do you have PE?’  

“Who was that?” Malarie asked.

“Just Luke, can you believe it: Somehow he knows about the whole Jenny thing! He was teasing me about it!” I replied.

“What?! She must be pretty damn popular for everyone to know about that already. That's bogus.” She said. That comforted me, because I agree, that was bogus. I grabbed my bag, and we walked to a bench in the quad. I hear footsteps behind me, so I turn around, and I see Josh!

“What’s happenin' hot stuff?” He quoted from 16 Candles, my favorite movie.

“Good one, but not much. How ‘bout you?” I said.

“Better, now.” He said smoothly. I laughed. He sat down next to me and Malarie. All of a sudden I hear a few footsteps running, and voices breathing deeply.

“There you are, man! We lost you!” The voices behind us say. I turned, stunned. They must be Josh’s friends. Three guys walked up to us, panting. Two of them were gorgeous. I turned to Malarie and she was already smiling and sticking her claim on them. I chuckled, classic Malarie.

“Hey girls, who’s this pretty lady?” One of them said, gesturing to Malarie.

“I’m Malarie, and you are?” She said, smiling.

“I’m Stephen, this is Marcos, and this is Alex.” He replied. Stephen was the best-looking in the whole group. Alex was second, and Marcos, well let’s just say I hope he has a good personality. I could tell Malarie was thinking the same exact thing.

“Don’t forget Phoebe!” Josh said eagerly.

“How could we forget Phoebe? We’ve heard so much about her just in the past hour.” Stephen said. He talked about me? He told his friends about me? Smiling, I heard the first bell rang for 4th period.

“Well, see you guys later!” Josh said, and his friends waved goodbye. My iphone buzzed again. It was Luke. It said, ‘I have PE with Wright in 6th period. But I gotta go, the gf is calling.’ I didn’t text back. We made our way to English.