In the student lounge, I'm about to sit down in a bean bag that looks SUPER comfy. But at my surprise, its pulled straight out from underneath me. By who? Some Senior guys. They start laughing at me while I'm on the ground and they begin a round of high fives and fist bumps with their senior friends. Fucking seniors always pull this shit on me!
They gave the super comfy beanbag to one of the senior's girlfriend. How cliché.
Oliver helped me up and put his hand on my back leading me to a table on the other side of the room.
I threw down my bag and binder sat down at the table laid my head down and just thought to myself as Oliver sat next to me. I knew he cared and was just looking at me.
'I don't want to be here anymore. I'm tired of these people. This school. This life. Why do i have to be me. Why do i have to be Ashley Quinn.' I thought to myself.
"You don't have to beat yourself up. They're jerks and don't know a great and beautiful girl when they see one." Oliver said as if he could hear me. I felt his hand rub my back.
I raised my head up with a shocked look on my face with a slight smile. Oliver began to giggle. 'Did he just call me beautiful?' . . .
Olivers face grew serious and he just looked down at the table.
"I'm sorry I ju-"
I cut him off "Don't be sorry. . . But, did you really mean what you said?"
"Every word." he said looking down.
Before i could say anything, the bell rang.
"I've got to go...See you 3rd period in Chemistry..." i said as i grabbed my things and hurried out.
I thought about what he said all threw Spanish in first period. 'Was Oliver showing interest in me? No. He was just trying to make me feel better...'
I looked over a group of guys and they were pointing at me and whispering about me. I could tell they were talking about the incident on the bus this morning.
I looked down at my Spanish notes and skimmed the page, acting like I couldn't hear them.
I pulled out the sketch of the boy. I didn't start crying this time. This drawing seemed to be my enemy at first, but maybe its helping me too. Maybe its helping me realize that perfect doesn't exist. It made me feel a bit better.
Class was over before i realized it. Next class: Journalism.
This class was kinda fun. I love photography.
I walked down the hallway in a rush, as usual, because i don't like to be noticed. I grabbed my things from my locker and made my way to class as soon as possible. I bumped into someone in the hallway. I turned around but couldn't tell which person bumped into me. i usually don't get touched because I'm in and out of the hallway so quick.
I sat in journalism staring at my sketch. I was partially paying attention on the story for the newspaper this week. Something about a robbery maybe? I don't know.
I finally put the sketch away and paid attention to the teacher.
At least no one was gossiping about me. That's all I've heard all day....
Journalism was boring. I just cant stay focused for some reason... I usually love that class. Now it was time for Chemistry. I really need to talk to my best friend...Oliver.
