Out Of My League (Under Revision) (Book 1)

Chapter Three - Revised

(A/N: This is where it goes back five years to when they first began and it'll go back to present time some time near the end of the book. Just gonna put that info out there. :))

Why does everyone feel the need to stand in the middle of the hallway? Half of the time, I feel like just pushing everyone aside. You're not Beyoncé. People won't care if you're telling your friend about the mani-pedi you got last Tuesday or the sports game you went to last Saturday.

I suddenly felt a hand wrap around my wrist as they pulled me through the crowd. I tried to pry their hand off of me but their grip was like steel.

"Excuse the f*ck out of you! Don't touch me!" I exclaimed.

"Quit your whining, Rinders. I just got you out of that hellhole of people. You should be thanking me." Kara smiled at me with a smug smirk.

"Actually we're still in a hellhole full of people." Kara hated this place just as much as I did. If not as much, worse

"Why am I friends with you? This is why we can't have nice things." She rolled her eyes and let out a small chuckle.

"We're friends because you wanted gum in second grade and you couldn't take no for an answer." She still couldn't. Kara was the type of person who got what she wanted and if she got the answer no, she'd argue until she knew she won.

Waiting in line for our lunch, I could feel a craving for Sonic. However, that wasn't going to happen. The line of cars outside was not worth the wait.

"Why are we always late to lunch? We get all the table scrap food." I complained to Kara.

The scarce amount of food left when you're at the back of the line is always disappointing. Sometimes, you'd rather pull out the crackers in your backpack that you have been stashing in there for awhile.

"It's because we walk slow. This is why-" Kara says.

"-we can't have nice things. I know."

Walking down the hall was Chloe Smith. She was the girl that everybody claimed they loved. She was the person who's too snobby and confident about it to understand that everybody actually wants to throw her down the stairs. On her side, stood Colton Grey. He was the star quarterback. At first glance, you'd think he'd be a sweetheart. He seemed like one.

Students whisper and rumor many things.

However, those rumors made me want to punch him. Not because I knew whether they were true or not, but because there was nothing to disprove them. Every so often, a girl would go running and crying into the school bathroom, straight from his locker. It didn't stop most girls from vying for his attention.

I had liked him at one point, but every single time I saw a girl run crying to the bathroom, it slowly diminished into nothing.

"What did any of those girls do? Goodness, it's like being the real-life audience of the bachelor." I told Kara.

Alongside him were his two right-hand men, Jace Harrison and Mason Crawford. Ever since I had started school, Colton and Jace had been attached by the hip. Then during my sophomore year, Mason entered the picture. From what I understood, Jace and Mason are cousins, and Mason transferred because of his family.

"Ells?" Kara shook me by my shoulder.

"Huh?" I looked back to Kara hazily.

"You're daydreaming again. That habit of yours is just weird. Keep staring at people like that. It's a real ice-breaker." Kara asked. I daydreamed a lot and it was common enough. It's common enough that people used to come up to me and ask me why I was staring at them.