I Fell In Love With A Fag

Chapter Two: I'm Lovin' It

Thankfully, French didn't last long, probably because I spazzed out ninety percent of the period. immediately the bell buzzed signifying the end of the torture we call school (Lord knows I would like to give whoever came up with the idea a piece of my mind), I literally ran to the parking lot. I had to leave school early partly because I wanted to get a headstart on my Design project but  mostly because I was the only eighteen year old without a car(I had the terrible fortune of being born to ancient parents).

As I hurried out of school, someone: actually someones shouted my name. I turned back to see everyone from Alan's lunch table smiling at me. there were three cars. Apparently they all left school together.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come over here and hang out with us?" Alan yelled with smirk. I was speechless. I thought the inviting me to their lunch table business was all a charade.

These guys actually wanna hang out with me... and they're COOL... I thought trying hard to hide the fact that their interest in my company had made ms turn tomato red. I walked back to them.

"So you were just going to pretend you didn't need a lift and run off like that after we had so much fun at lunch? I'm hurt Summers" Kurt said as I had walked up to them feigning hurt as he put his hand over his heart. I just smiled and turned redder. "Shy much?" he said again taking a dig at the clear fact that I wasn't used to being invited to hang out. till now, my view of the popular crowd had been rich and spoiled but these guys took cool to another level.

"Actually I wanted to get a headstart on my Design project..."

"and you were going to race home ti do that?" the cool looking girl from lunch asked looking shocked. it took a moment for me to realize that she was referring to my seeming 'car-lessness' .

"oh uhh I don't have a car. Yet" I answered

Now they all looked at me as if I had sprouted another head.

"What eighteen year old is carless?" Kurt voiced what everyone was obviously thinking and got elbowed and glared at by Alan. for that I was thankful. it somewhat reduced the embarrassment I was feeling.

"Cut her a little slack man. Anyway since she obviously do sent have a ride, we will give her one. We are headed to Mac Donalds for a little fun before heading home. You can ride with Tori. Kurt and I have full cars... if you know what I mean..." Alan said wiggling his brows.

As if to prove his point a bunch of cheerleaders(you know the usual- slutty, blonde, blue eyed for the most part) walked up to us. Not surprisingly, Built and her minions were part of the crowd. Now I was in the mood to piss her off so I just smiled like an idiot at all of them. Bailey almost spat ad she passed me and got into Alan's car. I got into Tori's car (she's the cool chic I keep talking about). we rode for awhile in silence until she spoke up.

"Quiet much? anyway I just wanted to ask you if I could help with your Design project. I would love to. on your own terms that is."

I was struck dumb. did she just ask to help with my project? Wow.

"uh. Yeah. but why would you wanna help me? I mean you're like the coolest chic in school. aren't you supposed to not even be talking to me in the fist place?" I said in a surprised tone. She smiled, shaking her head.

"Ki, you're the coolest chic I know; apart from me that is. you're better than all the airheads in this school. every other girl here is either a bitchy slutty cheerleader or a quiet shy unclever geek. you're like you said intellectual badass. you're intelligent but you're still vain enough to care about your appearance. I mean you're in Fashion and Design for chrissakes! it do sent get much cooler than that."