Cadestelle

My first Fight

" Wait so three bells mean that it's lunch?" I ask as Christopher tows me outside.

" Yep, you're a genius." he calls out mocking my naiveness to the new school. The wind hit me as we exposed ourselves to the sunlight.

"But, where are we going?" I yelled trying to have him hear me over the howling wind.

"Everyone eats outside unless it's raining. Even wind like this won't stop us. It's tradition. Only the freshies eat inside." he explained patiently. I squinted against the sun's rays to see where we were walking. We had side-stepped into a small path on the left of the entrance that I hadn't noticed before. The path was small so I had to walk behind Christopher while he still clutched my hand. I peeked above his broad shoulders to see what was up ahead and saw a glimpse of a grass clearing littered with round wooden tables. I couldn't look over again, since Christopher raised himself on his tiptoes to scout for his friends. He seemed to have spotted them for he perked his head and gave a big wave. He turned around and a smile was dancing across his lips.

" You should sit with us, please?" he begged. His crystal blue eyes tugged at my heartstrings and I gave in, nodding in my response.

"Great!" He beamed as he half-skippped and half-walked his way over to a table with a pile of boys sitting on top. I stepped behind Christopher, in fear of others teasing me for being his mock shadow. I looked down at our intertwined hands and slipped away from his cold fingers so as not to respond to any questioning looks that could be given.

Looking over my shoulder, I realized that Christopher was right. Almost a thousand kids were outside. I quickly pin-pointed the "populars". The boys were encircling a group of scantily dressed girls who were shivering miserabley from the cold wind tugging at their bare skin. The one who appeared to be in charge wore a muscle shirt despite the weather and shorts that would enable him to bulge out his muscles. His blonde hair was worn as a buzz cut and allowed you to see his meaty neck. Moving on, I could see the nerds sitting quietly at two tables, one completely boys and one reserved for the girls. That's where you belong a voice whispered in the back of my head. I pushed it away and continued to scour the different groups. I could barely make out the asians standing in a corner under the shade that one of the evergreen trees produced, and to the side were the outcasts. Dressed in dark clothing, they glared at any passing student. Tattoos adorned their most of their visible skin. One caught me staring and flipped me off, informing me that I was no friend to them. The rest of the groups sat across the middle of the grass, still segregated from their small differences. I was ashamed to have already segregated the groups from others, but that was high school. My school had been much worse than this. Your old school my self concious reminded me.

" Hey do you talk much?" A guy asked me. I hadn't realized that I had spaced out as I turned towards the person who had addressed me. My eyes landed on who I thought was the source of the voice.

" Sorry, I tend to do that" I confessed shyly.

" It's cool, my name's Pierce." The guy greeted himself. He face molded into a friendly smile and I nodded back. He was cute. His small afro was cute against his coffee skin. His eyes were a startling blue, which threw off his appearance, but was beautiful all the same. He was muscularly built and held a basketball in his hand, playfully tossing it occasionally. I turned to look at the boys sitting next to Pierce and was embarrassed to see them all gaping at me. I heard someone whisper "You were right, she is hot", as I blushed a deeper crimson red.

Soon each boy had introduced themselves to me and I realized each one had equally as vivid blue eyes like Christopher and Pierce. I found it odd, and was about to ask if they each wore contacts or if their group wasn't allowed to have people with different colored eyes. I knew it was an odd thought, but there eyes were all the SAME shade of blue. It was unnatural to me to see a whole group of boys equally as startling just from their eyes. I was turning over the question I would ask them until I heard voices and shouts from behind me. Pierce was pointing in the direction that my back was against to. Confused I turned around to see a large crowd surrounding a commotion in the middle. People were standing on top of tables and some were even perched on the shoulders of others. I could hear people yelling, but was unable to make out the words. Curiousity took over my fear of the large mass of people, as I ran towards the pandemonium.