That Year

Chapter 2

"Well we are spending time after school"

I just stared at Lena, but I knew I couldn't stay mad at her.

"At least you know he notice you"

I stared but with a smile this time. I took a bite of my sandwich I brought from Subway before coming to detention. It was so creamy. The mayo and honey mustard complimented the salami and olives so well.

Damn I love olives.

"You are a mess & how are we friends?" I said

"Because you love me. I need your number because you are the mess and you need help with this guy"

"And you can help me?" Sarcastically I said.

"You want my help or nah"

I hate it when she says that. I ripped a piece of paper from my notebook, scribbled my number on it and gave her the piece of paper. She happily grabs it. I gave her the paper because I knew she could help. She has boyfriends all throughout middle school. This was the second semester of 9th grade, I am still learning how to talk to people, which is pathetic.

"Thanks"

"No probelm. You're a little shy. Guys dig that"

Ms. Hill finally came into the room.

"Goodbye" blurted Ms. Hill.

*******

I stop by my locker before I walk home. As I am loading stuff in and out my tote, I kinda smiled.

Like I genuinely smiled thinking about the things that happen today at school. Even picturing him give me a rush.

Then I close my locker....

Sigh. He was with another girl. She is one of the popular girls in the school. She not that pretty to me. She's short, pencil body, an her face isn't all the way there. But personality goes a loooooong way. Maybe she was a friend, or girlfriend, ex or.... *gasps* the worst of them all, a "best-friend." She don't deserve him. I do! I'm not the prettiest girl in the world, but I look better than her. So I did what any sane person would do..

I felled and drop my book and my glasses. I was acting like Velma looking for my glasses, even though I could see it in front of me. I also let out a slight scream just to get his attention.

And I be damn, it worked.

He ran to me. He gave me my glasses, stood me up and picked up my books for me. He even smiled at one point. I melted, but I got myself together and said thank you. He put his hand on my shoulder and walked away. I think he forgot about the girl he was talking to.

I had to pat myself on the back. I even looked back at the girl. She was pissed. I think she was a "best-friend", and the fact he left her for me gave me a rush.