Colin McKinin; soccer star and playboy to whom's lucky-go nature and charming smile grew his popularity.
But, even as Colin was surrounded by people there was the chilling coldness in the air, a loneliness in the boys broken bones as the puppet danc...
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C O L I N
The amount of people that practically tackled me at school throughout the day was embarrassing.
The same question asked over and over again, a question that didn't effect who they were or their lives — that's why they asked, because it didn't effect them.
"No, we didn't sleep together."
"No, we didn't kiss."
"No, we played basketball. Wait, what?! No, with an actual ball, what were you thinking?"
I didn't see Wonder the entirety of the morning. The last we saw of each other was the exchange of soft nods outside the principal office after his deep apology was conveyed — probably just trying to get out of a lawsuit.
The amount of gossip that echoed the school was enough for me to say I spent the entire day with her.
You may never notice a person, never know they were breathing but after exchanging glances or a few words were exchanged you suddenly see them everywhere, you see their existence.
I noticed her when we passed in hallway. The way her hair bounced as she walked, eyes slowly scanning up to my own momentarily with a unreadable gaze before she turned to her friend and continued talking.
I noticed her in chemistry class where she would run a frustrated hand through her thick hair, tossing it over the side of her face with a huff. Her lips would pout as she stared at the board, pen in teeth as she thought before Wonder would feel my gaze and blink once, her head turning to give me a small smile that twinged in the corner of her lips.
I also noticed the way they saw her. I heard the voices that surrounded her as she walked. Saw way the boys would nudge each other just to watch her ass as she walked by. The way, the girls would talk about her while she sat a few seats away, calling her an 'attention seeking hoe' for wearing pushups.
Sitting at the lunch table, the noise of my friends laughter was silent as my brow creased. Eyes locked on the way she sat, you wouldn't notice if you weren't looking for it.
Her knees tilted away from the boy whom arm was wrapped around her shoulder. She sat straight, leaning into his frame, freshly painted nailed gleaming as her hand rested on his thigh.
Aron's painful elbow nudging into my shoulder was enough to jerk me out of the daze, "Bro, can I have your pizza if you're not gonna eat it?"
"What?" I looked around the table to see their curious faces as I tried to retrace my steps on conversation. Staring down at the piece of pizza, I shoved it towards him feeling sick myself, "Oh, yeah... Sure."
