Loser

Chapter One

I watch him carefully, fully aware of how insane I must look. Staring at the boy I clearly have no chance with. I mean he's a jock. I'm a loser. Nobody like him ever falls for a girl like me. We're friends; best friends. We have been ever since kindergarten when our moms became best friends. He has been with me through everything. My parents divorce, my sister leaving, and my brother dying of cancer. I had a tough childhood. Most of the time I wished I could change everything, I wished I was normal, I wished I didn't need therapy, but I most importantly I wished my brother was still here. He was only eighteen when he died, I was seven. It's been eleven years so I'm the age he was. I'm a lot different than him. He had light brown hair with blue eyes, and I have dark brown hair with green eyes. His name was Daniel. Daniel was your typical highschool boy; football, soccer, and baseball were basically his life. Somehow, even with his insane schedule, he made time with me, his little sister. "Hey Bailey! Stop staring at my boyfriend and go to the teacher, she's called you three times!" I roll my eyes at the selfish cheerleader that is also Bellamy's girlfriend. I walk over to my teacher, Mrs. Skipper, and she gives me the mean eye. "Mrs. Bailey I'd like for you to run this down to the office," Mrs. Skipper said softly "Mr. Mahomes asked for it to be brought down to the west office." I reply with a simple "Yes ma'am" and headed towards the west office. As I'm leaving Bellamy asks if he can go to the restroom, soon he walks out with the red lanyard around his neck and jogs to catch up with me. "Hey Bailey" you can tell he knows about Clarke, his girlfriend, yelling at me. "Hey Bellamy" I look up at him with with such admiration. He looks down at me and gives me a heart felt smile. "Are you okay? I know it's Daniels... um... you know..." I cut him off sharply "Yea I know. You don't have to remind me." It's the anniversary of Daniels death. "I'm sorry" Bellamy says softly. He pulls me into a tight hug. I do my best not to cry and put my arms around him. My head is even with his chest so I feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating. He pulls away and heads to the bathrooms, and I continue to the west office. When i reach the office Mr. Mahomes is talking to the secretary. He looks
up from Miss Pinkin when I open the door. "Oh hello Mrs. Anderson, what brings you here?" "Hi Mr.Mahomes. Mrs. Skipper said that you needed this?" I slide the paper onto the secretary's desk. "Ah yes! Thank you so much!" I simply nod a walk out of the office.
I head back to the classroom using my feet as a metronome for my breathing. Each time my left foot hits the ground I exhale. As I take a right turn I collide with Clarke. "Oops, i'm sorry" she snarles, leaving me no choice but to roll my eyes back. "Ugh, its you. I guess it's a good thing I saw you. So here's the thing Sweetheart, Bellamy is mine. He loves me. Not you. So how about you back off of my boyfriend and get your own." My jaw drops and I prepare to have some kind of comeback for the blonde haired bimbo, but no words come out. She smirks, "That's what I thought." She pivots and struts back towards Mrs. Skipper's class, leaving me speechless in the middle of the hall.