At My Best

Secret

(Colson's Pov)

I was in my last class of the day when I spotted a member of the Football team.

Great I thought.

"Aye Baker. You ready for tonight?" he asked.

"Yeah. We are gonna beat them." I smiled getting into the fakeness.

We talked for a bit before class finally ended. I smiled and rushed to my locker. Hailee's locker was right next to mine so I thought I would beat her there.

"Why are you so excited?" she asked already there. Putting away her books.

"Oh. You beat me." I sighed.

"Of course. Music teacher got sick so I ditched class and stayed in the library."

"You were in the library?" I asked opening my own locker.

"Yeah. The whole hour."

"I could've got sent there if I kept my act up."

"Well I'm glad you didn't because you sound like a stalker." she smiled closing her locker and slumping the backpack on her arm.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Waiting for you."

"I got a couple hours left till the game so we can go somewhere or just hang around here."

"So I convinced you to go to the game?" she asked.

"Yeah. I have to go anyway. Unless I get snitched on again by that Brady. I ditched practice last time to get high with my friend and he told coach. Now I'm on a warning even though I'm really really good. My grades are at B's and C's. Only one D." I explained as we started walking.

"Jeez I never knew you were such a nerd." she laughed after we were outside.

"Umm have you hung around me?" I asked.

"Not till now. You seem like such a big bad boy. Getting into trouble, getting high, making girls drop on his feet, tall enough to make people scared, and funny to make friends." she told me blushing a bit.

"First of all. I'm only a senior. I'm too good for those girls since I'm too tall for them an...."

"I know. They're short as hell." she giggled.

"Yeah. They're short. Some people want to make friends with me because I'm tall. They need me on their side because I will fight them whenever. Super funny dude right here. Yes I know stuff but that don't mean I'm super intelligent man. I do get high though."

"Yeah can we go to your house? If that's where we're going?" she questioned.

"Why? My house is a mess. Barely even a house."

"I just. I just don't want to go home." she said quietly looking down.

I got issues just like you got issues

"Like why not?"

She looked up at me. "It hurts me to say..... and I don't want you to know everything right away."

I been hurt I seen scar tissue

"Well you want to go run around town?"

She nodded. "Here. We can put our backpacks away in a spot I found." I said.

I started walking and she followed. Girls looked at me and get as we walked past. I glanced back and saw her blushing when a few guys catcalled her.

"Yo, you got a fuckin problem?" I asked speaking up looking directly at them.

"What?" one asked.