Rough Life

Chapter 1

   I am a basic girl. Or at least that's what I tell myself as I look into the mirror above my dresser. At six o'clock this morning I just can't seem to convince myself that I'm not as tired as I think I am. I look over to my phone that just illuminated the area with a snapchat notification reading "Becky just sent you a snap!" I open it and send one back to save our streak. After that I toss on my clothes and grab my backpack and head out for my morning work-out before school. I usually would not be so eager to go to school but I am sort of excited to see Becky and tell her about my weekend with my cousins from up north. Also I might have thought about the fact that Ricky might be at school early today.

   There was this boy in the eighth grade, Ricky. Cheesy, I know. But the thing was, we were really good friends that year and I didn't realize my feelings for him until we were in high school. Sophomore year, this year. In the fall we started to walk to spanish class together every other day, and as any girl would, I started to get feelings for him. I thought we had a chance, because he would wait for me by the lockers every other day and thus we entered the stage of the mutual friendship between Ricky and Summer. I didn't want to rush anything so I never spread around my budding "more than friends" feelings.

  The walk to school was fairly decent with not to much snow but I still wipe my feet at the door mat and head into the locker room, and set my stuff down.

   "Good morning" says Becky with a sly smile. Her stuff is already placed and her sneakers already on.

  I smile, "Good Morning. Why the smirky smile?"

  "Oh my gosh, I have to tell you! It's about something that happened at the semi-formal. I'll explain in the hallway."

   I feel a slight pang of regret. I almost wish I would have stayed in town for the dance. Whatever she has to tell me seems pretty cool and I regret having to miss it.

   After we get into a hallway I look up and down the hallway seeing no one. "So? What is it? What was the occurance?"

  "Well..at the dance Ricky asked me to dance with him! So I did and after that I asked him for his snapchat! We were talking for the rest of the weekend and it's great!"

    I nearly shit myself. But somehow I managed to plaster a fake smile on my face and say, "That's cute." I let her go on for a few more minutes amd eventually she goes away to begin her own morning excercise.

   I cannot believe it.
   I thought that he liked me. Did I misread the signs I thought he was giving? 
   I then think about what day it is, and of course it just has to be a spanish day.
   What the hell am I supposed to do?