Starry Eyed

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

"So what should I have you pegged down as?"

Star, with her blonde hair up in a long tall ponytail, appeared in front of me out of the blue. She wore an orange singlet top with a lace pattern down the front and a pair of black skinny jeans, looking like a supermodel amongst us mere mortals.

"I have no idea," I admitted, clueless as to what I was going to sign up for.

It was a muggy Monday afternoon, extremely hot even though it was drizzling outside. Today was the activities fair- the one day of the year where we got to take a look around and sign up for at least one of our own extracurricular activities.

The school forced every student to at least join one club or group, because it apparently proved you were 'dedicated' and 'enthusiastic' about things, and looked good on college applications. College felt so far away, even though I would be there in two years or so. I wished this wasn't necessary, but it was.

"I dunno, I could see you as a cheerleader," Star teased. She used her hands to form a square around my face, framing me like she was taking a photo.

"Shut up."

"Well, nobody could ever guess what you're gonna sign up for!" She protested. "Seriously, Luca, you're so... two-dimensional. Do you even have any hobbies?"

"Of course I do. I like writing, and, uh... uh..."

"Exactly! Even you struggle finding out what you like," Star said, folding her arms. "Try something new for a change."

"Like what?" I asked. I honestly had no idea what club would suit me best.

Looking around the room, there was stacks and stacks of options. Home economics, mathletes, sports teams, even a dance club. But I didn't know what I wanted to do. All I knew is that I was a writer, and there didn't seem to be an 'Extra English' club round here.

The hall was crowded with people, almost as full as Star's party the week before, but they all knew where they were going and what they were signing up for. It felt like I hardly even knew myself.

"Don't ask me, Luca!" Star smiled. "Just go out and choose something totally random. I don't know what you'd be into, just go nuts."

"What are you signing up for?" I asked curiously, wondering what a girl who changed personality as often as Star would spend her extra time doing. She grinned at me.

"Personally, I'm just exploding with enthusiasm for all the clubs here. Seriously. Enthusiasm is, like, the only good gene in my body," she assured. "I'll probably be in two or three groups. I don't know what yet, though."

"So you've put about as much thought into all this as I have," I retorted with a laugh. She shook her head.

"No, you haven't put much thought into it at all. I, myself, have put all my thought into deciding that I'll just go with the flow."

"Sounds terrifying."

"Man up and get out of here," she grinned, sending me away with a shove. Immediately I was enveloped by teenagers, having no clue where to start. I tugged my beanie down over my head, hiding the message shaved in underneath, and pushed my way out to the nearest booth.

"Art Club," I read out loud. Nope, that was definitely not for me. I stepped aside to the next booth along, which was Glee Club.

Glee was quite possibly the one club that was my complete and utter polar opposite. I was not the type of guy who was going to go trotting around, singing about my feelings. God, how lame could you get?