You weren’t the type of girl that everyone knew, and that was okay with you. But you were the type of girl that had loads of friends and flocked from group to group, the people that did know you absolutely loved you. You were always the center of their attention, came up with plans of what to do and whatever you did you always had fun. You were fine with not being the part of the popular group, because to you and your friends, you were popular. But there was one group you always stayed away from, and that was the popular group.
You didn’t have anything against them, they were just a bunch of idiots. The girls were fake, mostly cheerleaders and girls that spread their legs for any guy and woke a crap ton of makeup, the guys played different sports, ranging from basketball to football to hockey. Now, you loved Hockey, but the one sport you never paid attention to and/or cared for was basketball. The guys on that team were assholes with big heads filled with nothing but narcissistic thoughts; they only cared for sports, beer and girls that spread their legs.
Right now you were rushing through the halls, you were completely late for first period because you and your sister wanted Starbucks and thought it was a good idea to sit there for 30 minutes and discuss which hockey team was better; the Vancouver Canucks or the Chicago Blackhawks.
“I swear to you, the Blackhawks will eat shit this playoff season!” Your sister called out to you right before she walked into her class.
You turned around and walked backwards, you held your cup upwards and saluted her, “You can kiss my ass, bitch!” You called out to her, wanting to give her the middle finger, but the Starbucks cup in one hand and your History book and History folder in your other hand kept you from doing that.
Your sister laughed and you smiled, she walked into the class and right as you turned around you knocked into a hard chest, your book and folder went flying, but thank the Lord, your coffee was fine. “God, damn it.” You muttered, not even looking up at who you knocked into.
“Well good morning to you too,” A deep voice said from above you as you leaned down to grab your folders and books.
You looked up to see Sam Wilkinson leaning down to grab the papers, that fell out of your folder. You rolled your eyes and stood up, grabbing your papers out of his hand. Sam Wilkinson was one of those guys, one of the popular guys, you never spoke to him because he was on the basketball team and you hated every one of the guys on the team. You put your papers on your folder and continued your way to history.
“So, you run right into me and don’t say a word of ‘Thanks’? Wow, that’s rude.” He called out.
“You had a whole hallway to walk in, your fault for not seeing me,” You threw over your shoulder and kept walking.
“I was mesmerized by your ass, my bad!” He yelled back.
You flipped him off and turned the corner, walking into class and huffing. Basketball boys were such assholes.
---- Hi guys, so this is my new Story, again you guys can find me on tumblr (devil-in-those-eyes) if you want to message me here on on tumblr I'm always around so I'm always answering messages and asks! :)
