“We’re done,” I spat at Zane with a cold glare pointed directly at him.
“But – but,” he started, trying to come up with something, to say to keep us together, “But Stace, we’re perfect together! Why are you doing this?”
I laugh in his face at that last comment. Everyone knows that Stacey Carson doesn’t stay with anyone for more than a few weeks. I’m the ultimate girl player for Pete’s sake! “I never liked you in the first place. It’s over! Goodbye Zane.” I walk away from him without a single glance back. This is how I have been working with guys for the last 2 years. It’s the only way not to get broken again. I break up with the guy before he has the chance to do it with me. I guess -.
“Hey Stace! Wait up!!” My best friend and partner-in-crime, Kyle, jogs over to me. “I heard you finally got rid of Zane! Took you long enough!”
I laugh at his comment and shake my head at him. He starts laughing along and his auburn hair slides in front of his hazel eyes. Kyle and I have been together since our diaper days, and we’ve never fought! Now we are the tag team players of the school and the best pranksters our school has ever had. He’s almost as good as I am. Almost, but not. See, we had a competition about 6 months ago to see who can get the most numbers in a week. I got 78 while he got 62. Since I won, I get the title of ‘Top Player at Wicked High’.
We start walking towards the gym for our next class. Right when we get there, we separate and go into our changing rooms. Gym is my most favorite class because I get to show off my sports skills and kick the guys’ asses in basketball! After I get changed into the required gym clothes, I walk up to the only mirror in the room and push my way through the wall of girls to pull my naturally straight, light brown hair into a pony tail. I quickly check my minimal make up, I do wear, for smudging. The only make up I wear is some eye liner to make my bright blue eyes to stand out more, unless I’m going to a party. Then I have to put on some eye shadow and mascara. It’s like a rule or something.
Sauntering out of the changing rooms, I notice a huge amount of sluts and skanks circled around a guy. Since I was blessed with the height of an average guy, 5’11 to be exact, I can easily see over their heads to see who the lucky guy is that is getting all this attention. A smirk tugs onto my face as I notice it’s a new guy. Hmm this should be oodles of fun! Now it’s time to check him out and maybe, just maybe, make a move on him. See, I love gym class.
The mystery new guy looks up and spots me out of the crowd of girls that surrounds him now. In his eyes I can see excitement. A smirk sets upon his full lips as he forces himself through the girls throwing themselves at him and stops right in front of me.
"Hey, I'm Max and you are cute.”
A slight blush appears on my face as I stare into his crystal blue eyes. Looking over him, he’s a few inches taller than me, making him maybe 6'3. My classic smirk tugs at the corners of my lips as I look back into his eyes.
“Hi Max. I’m Stacey and you’re average.” With a wink, I turn and walk towards my group of friends on the other side of the gym. I wish I could physically see what that did to his ego.
“Stace you did NOT just say that to the new sex god!!!” Jenni, my best friend since diapers, screeched straight into my ear.
“Uh, yeah I did Jen. You know how I love to break down a guy’s ego! It’s the highlight of my day.” I stick my tongue out at her and laugh as she rolls her eyes at me. I know we are so mature!
The gym teacher/wrestling coach interrupts our arguing by yelling at the entire class, “Alright kids get out to the track! I want to see you all finish a mile in less than 20 minutes!! GET GOING!” I roll my eyes at him and start the short walk towards the track. Running is my favorite thing to do, so I can’t really complain like the rest of the class. I’ve finished first every time and today shouldn’t be any different.
We finally reach the track and I take off. I lead the pack of students for the first three laps, but then I feel someone’s presence next to me. I quickly glance to my right and see Max looking at me, smirking.
“So you’re a runner. I would have pinned you for cheerleader or something.”
“Well I hate cheerleading, FYI. And I only run for fun, not for the school.” We reach the final turn before the last stretch to the finish line. I take this as my chance to end the conversation and pushed myself to go faster. I finish off my mile, alone, and look up just in time to see Max finish. The shock from my speed is clear on his face.
“Damn, you can run,” he pushes out while trying to catch his breath. His tight shirt was drenched in sweat, so I can make out his defined abs.
I leaned up against the wall, waiting for the rest of the class to be done, “Told you I like to run.” Suddenly, he moved in front of me and blocked me from moving by putting his arms on either side of my face.
He leaned in close to my face and I can feel his breath on my face. “Go out with me,” he whispers in my ear. I smirk and move onto my tippy toes so my face is level with his and whisper right in his face, “Nah, I’m good.” I push his chest so I can escape the cage he made with his arms. “Bye Max!” I say as I walk away right when my friends finish their mile. I have a feeling school is going to get way more interesting from now on.
