Helping Analeigh [GirlxGirl]

"Move dork!" The beautiful Analeigh said pushing me into the lockers with her small arms. Her long blonde hair swayed back and forth in almost slow-motion. Her groupies laughed as my face slammed into the lockers and my papers scattered across the floor. I croutched down and hurried, trying to gather my drawings and stories before anyone could see them. By the time I had finished the bell for fourth period had rung. I was late. Great.

I opened the door quietly and avioded eye contact with Mr. Whitmen trying to slide into my desk right by the door silently like a ninja. I was almost there when all of a sudden I dropped my notebook. Looks like I didn't need Analeigh to help me be clumsy. Mr. Whitmen looked up over his thick rimmed glasses and spoke loudly. "Well Tiffany Samual, had trouble finding the place?" My face ignited red and I gathered my papers off the floor. I closed my eyes tight on the side of my desk. "No sir. It will not happen again." Mr Whitmen just gave an unsatisfied grunt and went back to teaching pre-cal.

It was only the second month of school, but I was ready for senior year to end. High school was truely hell for those of us not lucky enough to be an Analeigh or a Analeigh Groupie. I watched the board as Mr. Whitmen taught and took notes. Every now and then I would daze out thinking of how pretty Analeigh was. I wish I could be like her. She was perfect. She had money and was every boys dream.

I was shot out of a day dream and back to reality at the loud sound of the bell releasing for lunch. Analeigh moved past me and paused at my desk and whispered "Smooth, dork!" Her friends began laughing. I just looked down at my notebook, the edges torn from being dropped so much. I heard the Groupies laughing and only complimenting Analeigh all the way out the door and down the hall toward the cafeteria.

I quickly gathered my things and walked out the door. "Tiffany, you shouldn't let her," Mr. Whitman started, but I was already out the door and down the hall. Not allowing him to finish.

I stopped at my locker and got my lunch. I slid the brown lunch bag into my backsack and began my walk to the cafeteria, alone. I was use to being alone. Well, not alone. I had one friend, Frank. Frank was the funniest and also gayest guy you will ever meet. Honestly, the gay thing did not bother me like it did most high school teenagers. Actually, I could care less, he was a fellow dork and that's all I cared about.

I sat down hard across the table from Frank and opened my backsack to retrieve my PB&J. "I see Analeigh and her Groupies have already gotten a hold of you today." Frank started, poking my arm. I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. I turned to see Analeigh and the Groupies in the lunch line. She giggled the cutest giggle. Anyone would be lucky to have Analeigh. "Tiff! You're bi-ness is showing." Frank said and flicked his wrist in the most homosexual way possible. "Oh shut up!" I hissed back."I don't exactly want the whole school knowing!" Frank raised his hands as if being held at gun point and winked at me.

"You know I don't like her, like that! I just, just, think she's pretty. That's all."

"Here's what I don't understand." Frank said, mouth full of my PB&J that I hadn't noticed was missing till he starting shaking it in my face with each word. "How can you like such a bitch!?"

"I do not like her Frank!" I assured him yet again, snatching my sandwhich back from his greedy hands. "Here is what I don't get Frank. How can you be so gay and yet not get a guy?" I winked at him and he playfully slapped my arm, his dyed back hair complete with hot pink tips not moving. We both errupted in laughture. It was a joke between us that we never dated becuase we were "different". When in reality we both knew it was because we weren't popular nor on the road to becoming popular.

Frank and I laughed and joked the whole lunch period. Finally, the bell rang and all the kids slowly started making their way to their next classes or if you were a lucky senior, home. "Well darling," Frank said, "I am heading out. Home and my bed are calling my name. Try not to stare at her too much." He said once he had me in a hug. i tried hard but failed at punching him. We both laughed as we walked out of the cafeteria. I made a stop in the bathroom. when in, I heard the ugliest noice coming from the bathroom stall.