Weekends

2- Never Beseeched and New Boys- D

Sometimes, I loved being popular. Other times, I fucking hated it. When walking through the hallways my group and I were treated like gods. I'm not really sure why, but girls and boys alike would look at us like we were celebrities. My friends and I were worshipped. Prom queen or king were almost guaranteed to come from this group.

The only problem with being a part of the most powerful clique in school is the lack of actual personal relationships you formed. Sure we all went out and partied and drank, but in the end, I didn't know anything about any of them other than their names. Except for my friend Spencer, that is.

But no one else seemed to understand the lack of actual relations we all had. I never hung out with any of my friends by themselves just to watch a movie or go to the park. We'd always go somewhere public and take 'candid' pictures of each other to show off on our social media accounts.

As I surveyed my fellow students in the hallway, I saw a short boy standing by himself with his arms wrapped around himself in front of a locker. He looked so sad, lonely, and uncomfortable. I just wanted to go over to him and talk to him or something. I'm not sure why, but I just had this over whelming urge to go to him.

The boy looked like he could fit into our group. The only criteria needed to be a part of us was being attractive, and he surely had that going for him. I mean he dressed a bit differently from most of us, but I'd do anything to have a new person join the group. Maybe I'd be able to become close to him. He seemed so small and meek. I craved something new, and if that new thing was this boy, I'd be overjoyed.

I couldn't stand being a member of the beautiful popular kids, yet as we walked through the hall, there I was strutting with all of the other attractive people in my 'friend group'. I watched as the cheerleaders swooned under my glance. All of these negative emotions toward the people that I was walking with caused me to need to move away from them before I had an outburst. I motioned for Spencer to break off of the posse and come with me to my locker.

"Not feeling it today, Dall?" I shrugged and grabbed my chemistry book out of my locker. "I don't know. I just- I'm so fucking lonely. Like, I know I have you, but we don't even hang out that often. Even though our friend group is huge, I just want someone that I can hang out with or hold when they're sad. I just- I'm so tired of not being known for who I am but rather as a popular kid," I rambled on. "D, what got you to think about this," Spence asked. I went to turn to my locker again but was stopped by him putting his hand on my shoulder. He knew that I wasn't usually one for talking about my feelings, but that boy in the hallway really got to me.

"Dall," he pressured further. "I dunno. There was this guy who was standing alone back there and-" Spencer cut me off while a sly smile on his face. "Dall, why don't you go talk to him." I shook my head. "No, I uh I don't even know him," I tried my best to walked away from Spencer, but he followed. "Then get to know him, Dallon," he said like it was an obvious thing to do to be a popular kid and just go talk to someone outside of the group. Now, I'm not saying that I look down on those not in my friend group, but others did and I wasn't exactly comfortable talking to people in general. It was a miracle that Spencer got me into this group.

"No, Spence, leave me alone. I need to go to chemistry," I turned him down. As I walked away, I heard Spencer sighing behind me. He knew that I was lonely and needed a friend but never brought it up to me, which I was grateful for.

As I walked into chemistry, I was called over to the teacher's desk. "Hi, Dallon. How are you doing today?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "I'm fine. Ma'am, is everything okay? Not to be rude, but typically you don't ask me that," I responded. "Everything is fine, but today, you're getting a new lab partner. You know that Nate moved to a new school, and Brendon doesn't usually have a lab partner because he doesn't speak, but I think that you have the patience and good heart to be able to work past that," she explained.

I nodded my head, slightly uncomfortable with this situation. "I'm 100% okay with that, but I'm not sure that I know who Brendon is," I trailed off. She smiled at me and pointed to a small boy in the very back of the room with his hair drooping over his eyes. He was wearing a large black hoodie with some sort of design scattered over the fabric. It seemed like he could sense us looking at him as he looked up from his whiteboard. Then, I realized that he was the boy that I saw in the hallway.

His face went red as he made eye contact with me. I waved slightly, which caused him to quickly avert his glance and hide his face behind a book. "He's really very intelligent, Dallon. I know that he's shy and there might be a bit of a communication barrier, but-" I shook my head. "It's okay. He seems great. I'll let you know if anything needs to change to make him more comfortable," I assured her. She nodded and smiled at me, motioning for me to got sit down next to my new lab partner.