Completely Ridiculous

Chapter I

Stop that incessant ringing! Rolling over I groaned many profanities into my poor pillow. Three months flew by WAY too quickly. An now, it was the first day of school. The first day of my senior year...

Not only would I have to sit through almost seven hours of hearing the same "slacking off will not be tolerated" speech over and over again, but I will also have to face my boyfriend, Kyle. Most girls would be jumping out of their pants if they were in my position, literally. Everybody wants Kyle, and even though I've technically "got him," so does any other girl who knows how to bat her eyelashes.

Yeah, he's cheating on me.

I know, you're probably saying, "Well then why don't you break up with him?" Well, I'm a coward. I'm afraid to leave my piece of shit, cheating boyfriend. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid of what will happen if I leave myself alone.

No, I won't turn into a werewolf, I promise. You see, Kyle is the captain of the soccer team, the biggest, most competitive sport at our school. He's also the class president and everybody loves him. Hell, I even loved him at one point. But that time is long gone. But, nonetheless, nobody would want to see Kyle get hurt. He's the jewel of Hurst High. In the people's eyes he may be Mr. Perfect, but I know who he really is. My pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.

Well, enough of that bitterness. On the plus side, I also get to see my best friends, Carter and Gwen. You would think being the star's girlfriend I would have more friends, but really, I don't want anymore. I'm not hated, but I'm not the center of attention either. I'm kind of a wallflower. I listen and remember.

"Emily! Are you up yet?" My mom calls up the stairs. Groaning once again, I throw my blankets off of my now cold body.

"Yeah." I yell back down, grumbling a quiet "unfortunately...."

I'm not like other girls, you see. Trudging to my closet, I grab the first thing that even remotely matches. A pair of black, torn skinny jeans and a Red Hot Chile Peppers shirt. After taking a shower, I mess with my hair and decide not to bother with it, and just quickly comb through it.

"Hi honey, ready for your last, first day of school?" My mom chirps.

"I guess." I sigh, picking up an apple and sliding my galaxy vans on. "I gotta go, Gwen and Carter are here, I'll see you later." I announce, hearing a high pitched honk.

"Hey girl! Aren't you super psyched for our senior year?" Gwen yells as soon as I open the back door of Carter's car.

Laughing, I reply "I guess. I mean, it's no different than any other year..." I trail off.

"Well you must be excited to see lover boy, with him being gone all summer?"

"Yeah, with his other girlfriends..." I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" Carter asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror.

"Nothing." I sigh.

The rest of the ride to school was pretty quiet, with little bits I small talk here and there. But when we pulled into the parking lot, Gwen pulled me aside.

"What's got you so down?" She asked me.

"Nothing..." I sighed. Looking down, not trusting myself to look at my best friend.

"Bull shit. You've never been like this before." She pressed. We have been best friends since she moved here in the third grade. Of course she would know when something was wrong. Sighing, I thought of an excuse.

"You don't want to know." I decided to go with the most believable, relatable predicament. My period.

"Got it." She said, simply.

As we walked into the school, all eyes were on us. And the reason, you may ask? I have absolutely no idea.

"Why is everybody staring at us?" I leaned over to ask Gwen. She gave me her infamous 'duh' face.

"They're not staring at us, they're staring at you." She points out. And low and behold, it was true. Walking down the halls all eyes were in me...making me feel even more awkward than I usually do.

When I got to my locker I put in my combination and pulled it open. As soon as the door swung open, I was hit with stacks upon stacks of pictures. Confused, I decided to take a closer look. I wish I hadn't.

I knew Kyle was cheating on me, but I didn't want, or need, to see this. They were all pictures of Kyle with other girls. Picking one particular photograph up, I saw her. Samantha Lee. The most popular bitch of Hurst High. Dropping the picture I grabbed my books and left the rest of the photos all over the hallway floor, tears pouring down my cheeks.

Why was I crying? I knew this was going on, yet I let it continue. I let him continue to play me. I'm so stupid. The thoughts just kept coming at me like bullets, each one hitting harder than the last. I felt my vision growing blurry, and my heart beat pick up. I felt my hands begin to shake, then my whole body. I knew this feeling, and I was all too familiarized to it. I was having a panic attack, and nobody was around to help me.

Great.

Just as I was thinking about things like my unwritten will and what I could leave to my cats, I heard a deep, satiny voice call down the bleak walls of the empty hallway. I couldn't make out the words, but the voice was perfect. And soon, I was pulled into the warm, soft, yet still strong, arms of the unknown person.

"Shhhh, it's okay." He whispered into my hair. After a few more whispers and some minutes of being held close to him, I began to feel myself relax.

Finally being able to see straight, I looked up at my savior. I gasped when I saw his face. His bright, vibrant, blue eyes could seduce Medusa herself. They were warm and inviting, yet icy and mysterious. They were breathtakingly perfect.

"Are you alright now?" He asked, putting me at arms length. As soon as I was out of his warmth, I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Or go you need more time to stare at me?" And cue the cocky smirk. Of course, someone who looks like him would be a conceited asshole.

Rolling my eyes I pulled myself completely away from him and stood up. "As if." I snapped, wiping myself off. Would it really kill the janitors to do their job once in a while? Hearing laughing behind me, I turned to see that my cold savior had stood up. He was wearing dark pants and a dark blue button up shirt. A little fancy don't you think?

"No, I think I look quite sexy." He smirked again.

"Shit, I said that out loud?" I really need to stop doing that...

"Yes you did, and yes you do." He chuckled. Rolling my eyes yet again, I turned around, only to feel his warm hand grab my wrist lightly. Turning around I faced the devil himself again.

"What class do you have?" He asked randomly.

"Study hall with the new guy then chem with him. Hope he's not too big of a dick..." I thought the last part out loud.

"Oh, don't worry, he is." He smiled, and with that, he strutted down the hallway.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

Hey guys! I've been thinking about this story for a long time now, and I finally decided to actually follow through with it. I tossed around Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, and Chris Pine to play Mr. Scott... But David Beckham ultimately took the cake. Face it, he's hella perf tbh. Okay I'll stop that now... But please please please vote, comment, follow, and be completely ridiculous! :)