Cross My Fingers

NEW GIRL

My day started out just like any other day, except this day it felt different. Our principal called us on the PA system to introduce a new student. He further explained that of the two students, only one was able to make it today. So, us tired Sophomore's happily closed our Chem books and nearly leaped out of our seats when we were told to file into the cafeteria. As we entered, I got a glimpse of what looked to be like the new girl, peeking out from behind the curtains. I had a hunch that she would be popular instantaneously, and my hunches are usually correct. My heart skipped a beat when she walked on stage. She had short, clipped back golden blonde hair, green, piercing  eyes and a shy smile on her lips. Freckles danced across her face, and large rimmed glasses were alight upon her nose; red frames that only she could pull off. She nervously looked down at her feet, which were concealed by pristine white high-tops that everyone could tell were brand new. She wore an army green crop top and high waisted black ripped jeans, and outfit that framed every curve of her body. I immediately felt the blush creeping onto my cheeks, and, looking around, everyone else's too. My hunch was seemingly correct. As our principal droned on with his welcome speech, high school boys and gay girls alike ogled at the pretty glass girl in front of us, not paying attention a single second to where she came from or what she could contribute. We all hoped to strike up small talk with her later on those exact same topics, I suppose. All too soon, she disappeared behind the curtain in a flurry of movement, and a chorusing sigh filled the cafeteria as soon as she was out of sight. My heart pounded in my chest and the blood rushed to my ears, for, in all my blatant staring she looked up at me with curious eyes, smiled, and returned to staring at her near-perfect shoes once more. 

I enter the bathroom, trying to remove myself from my delirious stupor. I find in there, smashed into the stalls, my somewhat friends. 

"Can you two girls stop making out and look up for ten seconds?" I mutter. 

Sammy manages to remove herself from her long-time girlfriends face long enough to say "Hi" before Alexis pulls her back down. 

"HELLO I HAVE SOME NEW GIRL DEETS!" I lean in and say to their faces.

 "I know you two didn't make it because there are jackets on the floor and you both have kiss marks everywhere." I state in a matter-of-fact tone. 

Alexis grins at me, not hiding her glee after her mid-morning makeout session in the stalls. Sammy just squeals, always interested in hot newbies, whatever gender they are. I describe her slowly, trying to ignore the fact that both my friends are acutely aware of the blush inching towards my cheeks.

"It looks like our dear, dear, gay child finally has a crush!" Sam says.

"I do believe the day has come for us to teach you the art of deducting someone's sexuality." Alexis smirks, and she manages a twirl for good measure, slamming Sam up onto the stall and wedging her hips in between her thighs. 

Alexis is a medium size girl, with long brown hair tied up in a bun and a leather jacket on her shoulders, she looks as intimidating as she is. Bright red lipstick (now smeared) usually colors her lips, and a blue lacy crop top is nearly bursting trying to contain her cleavage. Black platform boots make her stand at least two inches taller that everyone else, and she looks a little bit like a New York gang member on the prowl when she sees Sam. Sam, on the other hand, is nearly the sweetest girl in the world. Nearly. On the outside she seems cute and bubbly, with pastel pink as her go to color, and short petticoats fluffing her skirts, but in reality, she's got a BDSM fetish and won't hesitate to make the first move. That's really what lured Alexis in. Her sweet-turned-sarcastic attitude and her gleeful interest in all things dirty hooked Alexis the minute they met, which was around two years ago. I'm sort of stuck between the two, light wash ripped jeans and red, well-worn combat boots, with short hair skimming my shoulders the shade of blackened toast. A blue sweater has had the opportunity to grace my slouching shoulders with its warmth, and a V-neck T-shirt is tucked into the aforementioned lightwash jeans. I consider myself to be a mellow gay person, I am still very closeted in my mind and usually never talk in any of the conversations with my very, very few friends. They know something is up when I speak more than two sentences and the content isn't "Fuck you" or "Get off her face already".

 Slowly but surely my friends pestering wears me down and I spill my self-acclaimed crush.

 "I'm just going to have to see for myself how sexy this new girl—wait what's her name?"

"Reggie, I think"

"Reggie...hmm, that seems kinda gender-neutral to me doesn't it? Seems like she'd be girlier from what you've described," Sam ponders.

"Yeah I know," I reply, brushing her comment aside for the moment.

Suddenly she spins around, grabs Alexis' hand, and exits.

"Wait, wait, where are you guys going?" I stutter, a confused look plainly written all across my face.

"To see this "Reggie" of course!," Alexis growls, pulling me out the doorway with her.

I sigh, and step outside the safety of the girls bathroom, unnoticing as a shy blonde girl peeks around the corner, staring at me as I walk down the hall.