I Hate Love

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"Woohoo!" I screamed.

The wind punched my face. This is the best feeling in the world. Wow, no clean way to say that. I love riding behind Jet, my very best friend, on his motorcycle! I haven't felt the cold wind on my face for a while now (two weeks-it's feels longer, though) and I miss it more than anything. I stopped holding onto Jet's back and threw my hands in the air about ten blocks ago. Right around the time he started going over 80. We neared the school, so he started to slow down and I piped down. Nothing's more embarrassing than being the geek who gets overly-excited about a simple bike ride.

Jet parked his motorcycle, in the school lot and we started to take off our helmets. Suddenly, a hot pink cycle zoomed into the spot right next to us. Jet watched as the girl riding got off the cycle. She took off her bright pink helmet and shook her head, resulting in her long beautiful brown hair flowing down, out of the helmet, to her butt. She saw Jet's reaction to her and gave him a wink. I hated girls like her. Just by looking at her, I could tell that she was...let's say not the best student. It's in her face and the way she walks that she's one of those girls who are what I call brivadonnas. A mix of a between a brat, a diva, and a Prima-Donna. One of those girls who dress in white tie front shirts that not only reveal the bra, but is their bra. Considering what she was wearing, my hypothesis was correct. She unzipped her small pink leather jacket and revealed lo and behold, exactly what I thought. At least she had the decency to wear a light purple crop top tank top underneath the tie front, though it only added an extra inch of clothing. she was wearing a bright blue short skirt that probably showed half of her butt, and maybe even more when she rides her bike. She was wearing black knee high heels boots. I've heard of mix and match but where's the match? She had that sense of wild girls who care more about 1D than they do about a future.

"New girl," Jet sighed dumbly, eyes on her butt as she walked away. I rolled my eyes at him and shoved him. I quickly walked away from him and towards the school building.

"Hey what's with the attitude?" he asked, catching up with me. "Aren't you excited? You always love the first day of school. Oh and hey! Only one more year till we head off to Europe together!"

"I know. I'm super excited for this year but...nevermind," I said, not being able to think of an excuse.

I've had a crush on Jet since first grade. Of course he's never noticed and of course I've never told anyone at school. I've always held onto the small hope that he would possibly one day feel the same. I know every girl that he's ever liked and that bothers me, but at least he's never dated anyone before.

I always want to tell Jet how I feel, but I always chicken out. I just wish that I could get it off my chest and even if he didn't feel the same, nothing would change between us. But even if he possibly did feel the same, we wouldn't date anyways, so what's the point?

The first bell rung. "Let's get to class," I said, avoiding anymore conversing on this topic. Half of our classes were the same, so he walked with me to homeroom: math.

Throughout the day, I took a good look at all my classmates. I always remember every person and where they sit. it's sorta a weird memory thing. I can remember just about anything that isn't verbally verbose, which really helps me with school.

It's funny to think that the goody two shoes from elementary school became the gang members here.

Take Ziven White for example. He used to be the wimpy nerd who lost his lunch money everyday(not literally, no one takes lunch money these days!). Now, he's the most feared and most wanted guy in high school. He's super buff (He's only built for show. He's actually a pacifist!), almost every girl wants to date him, and he has five hidden tattoos.