Literal Beings

Chapter 2

Yah of course he doesn't look up. The handsome demon prince never looks up at the ugly peasant.
I get it now, actually.
Logan James is popular. One of those kids who don't try to be popular, they just are. They are usually good looking, smart, and not interested in dating. Those are always the people put in the 'popular' category. Not the ones who climb their way up the ladder to try and earn a place, no, you aren't popular by earning it. You're popular by society, by what people hear about you, what people think when they look at you.
When people look at me, they probably think, "Hey, it's another wannabe popular girl! Haha her hair is too long, always in bad double Dutch braids, she's one of the most ugliest red-heads I've ever seen." Or maybe even, "Oh it's that girl who failed three times in a row to get into the school softball team. What a looser. Probably can't even catch a ball."
But truth be told, I can catch. I am a catcher, and can hit a homerun if given the chance. Can successfully throw a ball to second base, can easily pitch a curve ball.
But nobody knows this, because it's all dependent on what they hear. People see other people by what they hear about them.
And for me, well I've had a lot of shit flying around about me. I mean, it is high school, but it sure as hell sucks.
Maybe I'm just too paranoid. Though, who isn't?
I have my friend group, consisting of Colby, Scarlet, and Cherylyn. They're amazing girls, but they get on my nerves a lot.
Scarlet is the one who can always make me smile, Cherylyn is the saint who can hold all your secrets, and Colby is my second half.
Popular. They're all popular. Yet I'm not.
I've really always wondered why; is it my looks? The way I talk? What I wear?
I wish I knew because I would change it with a snap of my fingers if I could.
But Logan, he's just so easily popular without lifting a finger. It's like he's the king or something. I bet all the girls like him. Popular kids usually can never see past their own noses. Logan is just an ass.. I can tell. Maybe I-
"Alice? Peters?" I snapped out of my zone, only to look up to see Mr. Panders waving a hand in front of me.
"Earth to Alice.."
I felt embarrassment flood my cheeks. I hate it when I zone out in class- it makes me look so stupid.
"Y-Yeah? What?" I trembled, looking up at him.
"What was the answer to number five, section two. Did you do your homework?"
I grabbed my binder and flipped it open, grabbing the homework I spent hours on last night. I flipped it over, to number five.
"U-Hh yeah sorry, the answer is that when m-mitosis starts, they divide ten times. Which is equal to 1,024. C-Cell division." I stumble feebly on my words, still feeling everyone's eyes on me.
Vulnerable.
Still, no pair of e̶n̶c̶h̶a̶n̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ green eyes.
"That is... correct. Good job." Mr. Panders smiles kindly at me as he turns and starts reading off the sheet again.
I exhale quietly and put my paper down. I look up and find Nathan staring at me.
Nathan, a boy with deep blue eyes and black, black hair. Capricorn, sits across from me in Science. An amazing violinist. He's also my cousin.
I̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶.
W̶e̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶.
Cherylyn nudged me, smiling. "Nice catch there." She whispers. I smile back as I fall into deep thought again- not stopping myself.

Spring break is coming up soon. So is softball tryouts. Hopefully I'll make it this time, I've been playing for 7 years.
I let my mind wander back to Nathan. He's not looking at me anymore, but I'm n̶o̶t̶ glad that he isn't. Last April, we stopped talking. He's a quiet, shy kid but when it came to me, he could talk for hours. He'd always been so kind and caring, we never fought. Sometimes he came over to my house after school so we could hang out.
But that all changed the day he told me he liked me. He liked me. I mean he's great and all, but hello, incest much?
I snuck a peek at him, slowly looking up. His eyes glanced at mine and my heart skipped a beat. I looked to my left right away, trying to seem as though I didn't look at him. To my left was Cherylyn, who was staring right at Nathan.
Love struck, oh so love struck.
I snorted with laughter and she snapped out of her trance, looking embarrassed.
"W-What??" She sputtered, looking down at her desk. "Someone's in loooove." I said quietly, winking at her. She responded by hitting me in the arm playfully.
"-And that wraps up today's lesson. Thank you all for a good class, little interruptions and a lot of focus. Have a nice weekend," Mr. Panders shut off the promethean board and smiled at us all.
I gathered my things and stood up, heading towards the door. I felt someone bump me in the side and I look up immediately, only to find Nathan smiling at me.
Nathan was tall, which was nice, because I am pretty tall myself. His lean body stood next to me as I headed out of the room, trying to sneak away. I didn't really like being around him, he made me uncomfortable. You know... with the incest and stuff.
Colby caught up to me in the hallway. She greeted me excitedly as we began to chat about our day.
Colby was sleeping over, which I was overly happy about. She hasn't come over in decades. And since Nathan is at my house today, his parents are in France so he is staying with us for a bit, I hope it won't be too awkward. Pretty sure Colby liked him at one point.
Guess he's popular too.

Green eyes. Familiar green eyes.
On the way out to the buses, I saw Logan get on my bus. Never knew he went on the same bus as me. M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶t̶a̶l̶k̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶.
Colby and I hopped in our usual seat, across from green-eyed wonder. W̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶I̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶s̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶t̶e̶a̶d̶. I was on the outer part of the seat, and Logan was on his phone up against the bus window. L̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶o̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶e̶y̶e̶s̶.
Colby went on about a few problems she had, as well as how lacrosse is going. Oh yeah, Colby does lacrosse.
A few times I would catch myself sneaking a look at Logan. I hope Colby won't notice. Nobody thinks I like anyone- I'm not really the kind of girl to have a crush...

The bus ride was wonky. I checked the drivers seat; there was a new driver. Every now and then the bus would rumble or make some kind of noise. It was really actually kind of scary. I think Colby noticed it too, because she started to look a little flushed.
The bus hit something on the ground, and I felt it make a cracking noise. I froze and looked at Colby. My stomach turned. This isn't good, this isn't good at all.
Out of nowhere, the bus stopped at a sudden halt. A boy got up in the front and got off, this must've been his stop. Good thing the driver didn't miss it; it's insanely windy out today.
I held onto the seat, trying to make myself feel more secure. But put to no use, all I could feel was the wheels hitting rocks and pebbles. Colby was quiet now, looking at her phone.
I turned slightly to peek at Logan, when all of the sudden the bus swerved. I held my grip on the seat, but when I felt my hand slip, I knew I was screwed.
It was like it was in slow motion... the swerve, my hand slipping, and Logan looking up at me.
His eyes were full of fear, as if he just realized that the bus had tipped.
Crashed.
All I heard was glass shattering and screams.
My body flipped, and I fell onto something soft. I heard Colby's scream and I opened my eyes, squinting, trying to see.
The bus was on its side, people were still in their seats but many were limp in the walking isle. A few of them looked knocked out, a few just completely horrified.
It was then I looked up, to see where I was.
And all I saw were those two green eyes.