|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|

|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|2|

I felt ridiculous going to the school today. Gator’s jersey was enormous on me. I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I didn’t look completely ridiculous. I did. To me. Looking back at me in the mirror was a pale faced girl in ripped up black skinny jeans, a football jersey, Converse, and a lot of accessories, including my mum.  But I left the house that way anyways. I’d tried on everything in my closet that would go with the jersey so I didn’t have much of a choice anyways. So I added a headband to my hair that I had styled into small ringlet curls this morning, got in my car and left. Walking through the courtyard I felt like all eyes were on me. They weren’t, I’m just self-conscious.

I’m currently sitting in Algebra, watching the clock impatiently. The whole class period I felt the burning eyes of half the girls in my class staring into my back. At lunch I had a girl yell “Hey 80s junkie!” and about to throw some unidentified lunch item when Gator called me over to his table and made me sit with him and his football friends. They all smelt like a mixture of different brands of cologne. Dressed to impress, they all wore black slacks, white button up shirts and crimson ties. The football team wore this attire for this specific event. A lot of girls had wanted to go to homecoming with a football player, especially Gator, captain of the team. Honestly girls, I didn’t want to go with him, but he feels like I belong to him. I had no choice.

The clock seemed to linger at “2:44:59” just to smite me and I began to lurch forward, poised to book it out of the room. The second the bell sounded I was out of my seat and halfway down the hallway to the stairs. I was just down the first of four flights of steps when I heard my name being called. I looked to my right, seeing Gator waving his arms at me. Sometimes he forgot that he was taller than pretty much everyone in the school and that waving his arms just made him look like an idiot. I laughed a little, quickly joining him and we made our way to German class. He gave high fives to the ones he knew as we made our way down the winding hallways of Central High School.

Mr.Dutson hurried us into the room and I sat next to Berkeley and turned to her.

“What happened to you yesterday?” I asked, a bit peeved.

“I couldn’t stay, I had to get back out to the track,” she said innocently.

“Yeah, whatever,” I squinted my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her.

“But did you see him?” she asked.

“Yeah, B, I saw Justin Bieber,” I said, hearing half the class get quiet as the girls’ heads perked up.

“Don’t say his name so loud, it’s a surprise, Aiden,” Gator hushed, settling himself into the desk behind mine.

“Oh, sorry,” I said.

“You’re quite a looker in my jersey,” he chuckled, changing the subject.

“You look presentable with the guarder I made you on,” I remarked.

“Yeah, I’ve gotten a lot of compliments on it,” he replied, oblivious to the fact that I’d just insulted him.

I nodded as the class settled and quieted down.

Mr.Dutson was the coolest teacher in the school in my opinion. He was cool enough to let the kids in class cuss, as long as it was in German. He had more sense than a lot of the other language teachers. He figured out how teenagers’ minds work. So, knowing this, he taught the insults, swear words, and all other derogatory terms of the German language at the beginning of the year. That way, the kids would be interested in learning the rest of the language in order to curse people out in a foreign language. He was currently standing at the front of the room, explaining our assignment to us before handing out the worksheet. Due to the shorter class period in order to make time for the pep-rally, the assignment was a simple word search. He passed out the fresh-from-the-printer papers and returned to his desk where he busily typed on his computer.

And in 3…2…1…

Tap tap tap.

“Yes, Gator, you can copy mine,” I said, laughing a little.

The class came alive with the quiet hum of people talking as they worked. They were talking all about the game tonight. How it was against Keller. Keller and Central are rival schools. Rumors were always flying about crude acts the schools did to each other. Like how, one time, some kids from Central skipped fourth period, went to Keller, and slashed the tires in the student parking lot. I never really found out whether or not this or any other of the stories were true, but frankly, it didn’t matter to me. Although, I didn’t like Keller High that much either. When I was a band student in middle school we held our concerts in the KHS auditorium. Their school smelt really bad. But that’s really the only personal grudge I held against them. Other than that, I simply didn’t like them for the plain fact that they were cocky. They thought that since they were the first high school established in Keller Independent School District that they were entitled to having the best everything. The best art students, best athletic students, the best band students, choir students…everything. Cockiness is my biggest pet peeve. Ugh.

This year was our year though. We’d won almost every game this year and Central really felt that this was our year to make Keller swallow their own medicine. Maybe it’ll cure their confidence. Haha. In my dreams.

One thing I was excited about when it came to homecoming this year was the fact that the theme was 80s. Minus drugs, alcohol, and doing the nasty. One thing that everyone knows about me, if they know anything, is one) I’m Gator’s “lil sis” , and two) I’m obsessed with the 1980s. Freshman year I was a flashback for all my middle aged teachers with my multi-colored hair, vivid eye shadow, cut off T-shirts, and your other typical 80s attire. Yeah. I was pretty much 80s on legs. One good thing was my mom handed down her old clothes to me.

“Are you gonna go, or are you just going to sit there and stare at the white board until four?” I heard Mr.Dutson say from his desk, still typing busily on his keyboard. Suddenly, it came apparent to me that there was nobody in the room but me and the teacher.

“O-oh, yeah, I’m going, I was just, yeah…” I said, my face flushing with embarrassment.

I quickly put my things into my knapsack and sped out of the room. The halls were already abandoned, littered with various pieces of paper dropped by the careless student body. I could hear the music in the gym already. I picked up my pace, racing down the stair case, the bells on my mum jingling obnoxiously. The student council presidents were there waiting at the double doors to check my school ID. I flashed them the small card and they opened the door. I don’t know about you, but I’m not one for big events. I’m self-conscious and I always feel like people are staring at me. Right about now, even though I knew for a fact that nobody was looking at me because they were too busy watching the cheerleaders flash their crotches at them, it felt like everyone was staring at me. I scanned the bleachers, looking for someone to sit with, or at least some PLACE to sit. When I saw Justin sitting at the very front of the bleachers close to the staff members he was looking at me like he wanted to get my attention but didn’t want to draw attention to himself. I quickly went to him and sat to his right and leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I was daydreaming in last hours, sorry.” He just looked at me and laughed a little. He had such a calming aura that I hardly noticed that half the girls in the school were glaring daggers at me from their places on the bleachers until I faced forward to listen to the principal talk. I’d gathered that I’d missed the whole pep-rally.

“Thank you all for coming, drive safe to the game tonight, and I’ll see you guys at the dance tomorrow!” she said and turned the mic off as the entire student body stood instantaneously.