Breaking the Player

The week flew by, We had three moving trucks worth of clothes, furniture and the knick knacks that make a home a home to put away. It was ridiculous. I never realized how much we had until we had to find places for it all, most ended up in storage. As much as I hate hard work I was really enjoying myself. Each night, after a long day unpacking and arguing over where things should go, Anna would make us a huge and incredible meal and then all four of us would curl up on the sofas and watch films or play with the kinect. It really was like a big sleepover. But before I knew it it was 9pm on Sunday night and college started the next day, to say I was sh*tting myself was an understatement. 

"WHY DO I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR?!" I screamed in frustration looking around my clothes that were thrown around my room. How is it that, despite having a walk in wardrobe the size of most people's bedroom stuffed with clothes, everything looks horrible.

I hear my door opening and three pairs of feet walk in. "We heard the cry of despair and are offering our assistance." Tammy says leaning against the open door to my wardrobe. 

"Thank god, I was one more cr*ppy outfit away from giving up and skipping tomorrow to shop." 

Jaz just sighed, "you look good in everything, I don't understand why you're stressing out so much."

"Well not all of us have the assets you're sporting to make an impression with." I said gesturing at her cleavage whilst Jaz just blushed. She doesn't dress to show them off it's just at that size it's impossible to not notice them. They're E-normous if you catch my drift. Jaz really did have a body to die for, all curves in the right places, she never notices how much guys check her out. It made me so angry whenever she thinks she's not attractive. Just because she doesn't have a thigh gap or a flat stomach she thinks she's fat and not worthy of male attention. My sister is the most stunning person I've ever seen and if she showed a bit of confidence she could bring the male sex to it's feet-

"Ooooh, how about this?" Tammy squealed holding up a casual khaki coloured high low dress with a black belt to pull in the waist and a crochet kimono.

"Oh gosh yes, that's gorgeous. Wear it with these!" Anna said chucking a pair of tarnished gold, wedged, gladiator sandals at me.

"Yeah you can add a gold necklace and a load of gold bangles!" Added Jaz, the master of accessories. 

I looked at the outfit and realised it was perfect, I'd look a bit boho, and totally gorgeous. "Thank you guys, you're so perfect!" 

"No problem child, now to bed all of you. Don't make me tell you off, shoo shoo now." Anna said, waving her hands at us. We all laughed and said goodnight, having a big group hug before.

I lay my outfit out, I'd clean up the mess tomorrow, and thanked the stars for my family. They made me smile and were always there to help. I know it was stupid to worry that much about an outfit but tomorrow was going to be hell and I needed any confidence booster I could get.

I climbed onto my bed, leaving my covers at the bottom of the bed, it was a boiling night. I lay in bed for hours just staring at the ceiling and worrying about tomorrow. When I finally fell asleep it was plagued with nightmares of everyone standing around me chanting "Slut" whilst Tristan stand's there laughing at me.

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Getting up in the morning was hell. I got a rubbish nights sleep and just wasn't feeling college today. But I knew I had to go, Anna would kick my ass if I didn't. I crawled out of bed and pulled on my outfit, taking the flexi rods out of my hair so it fell around my shoulders in beachy waves. I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned, I had tear tracks down my face, my eyes were puffy and I had very large and very noticeable bags under my eyes. It was going to take forever to make myself presentable, looks like I'm eating at my makeup table this morning. 

I ran downstairs to let Anna know and grab a cup of coffee. She just looked at me and nodded, she knew why I was crying last night and knew that talking about it would be pointless. I ran back upstairs and picked up my stippling brush. Time to set to work. 

In the end it took me about half an hour to look presentable, with a five minute break to wolf down a Turkish omelette. I grabbed my bag and shoved my college stuff into it feeling as though someone had dropped a stone into my stomach as Tammy and Jaz met me at the door. We were alternating cars to school and since we wanted to make an impression we decided to take my car. I climbed into the drivers set as Tammy took the the front and Jaz slid into the back. 

"You know you clean up really good, no one could guess you were crying last night." Tammy said to me brightly. I just grunted as Jaz shot her a death glare. Tammy opened her mouth to say something else but I turned on the radio to cut her off. She really needs to gain a filter for that mouth of hers.

The Offspring she's got issues blared out of the speakers and Jaz and I started to sing along. I turned to Tammy who was pouting because I cut her off and sang the line "But I wish you wouldn't call me Daddy when we're getting it on" causing her to crack up. The way drive to school was like that for the 15 minutes it took to drive there, Tammy even joined in the singing when Pretty Fly for a White Guy came on. As I pulled into the parking lot all heads turned to stare in our direction, most with a mixture of recognition and shock as they saw me, Jaz had laid down and was hiding in the back.

People continued to stare we stepped out of the car and walked to our separate tutors. The Tutor groups were decided based on subjects. Jaz was in a biology tutor, Tammy in an art tutor and I was in a psychology one. I walked in and sat right at the back of the room, watching as people filed in, sitting with friends and obviously whispering about me.

My breath hitched as I saw a familiar brown headed boy walk into the classroom, one of the volleyball players flirting shamelessly with him but he didn't seem to notice. What was Matty doing here? Did he recognise me? Should I say hi? What was that volleyball slut still doing, pressing herself up against him?

His green eyes scanned the room, looking for a seat. When they landed on me he seemed to do a double take and, when he confirmed it was me, his lips spread into a huge grin. He walked towards me, not even saying goodbye to the volleyball girl, and stood behind the free chair next to me. "Do you mind if I sit here?" 

"No, of course not, go ahead." I said sending him a 100 watt smile. He pulled the chair out and sat down. Little miss volleyball realised that he wasn't interested and sat down in a chair a couple of rows in front of us, glaring at me. I just smirked in her direction and she huffed and turned, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "So how long have you been in Creswell?" I ask turning to him.

"Um, just over 6 months, my dad grew up here and he wanted to move back, so we did. What about you?"

I was about to answer when our tutor walked in, I nearly cried with happiness when I saw Mrs Magik walk in. She was my favorite teacher, by far, I took her GCSE psychology class and it was great, she's so funny! She saw me and grinned, she walked right up to me and placed a red velvet cupcake on the desk in front of me. "Welcome back!" 

"How did you know?" I laughed, red velvet is my favorite.

"The Grate sisters move back to town, everyone knows sweety. Oh and I've seen the way you practically smash your head into the cake trying to get it all in your mouth at once on red velvet day." I blushed and snuck a quick look at Matty who was clearly trying not to laugh. Mrs Magik clearly noticed as she looked between us. "Oh, oh, oh, You're Mathew Silver right? Both of you are in my psychology class. I want you too to sit together, Matty can show you all the new spots in town after school and you can show him the old haunts." We both just nodded, she clapped her hands together. "Perfect it's a date, oh you two are so cute, you're just gonna have the more gorgeous babies. I love Lutty already!" She squished my face between her hands and, still grinning, let go to skip to the front. She's crazy, but that's why everyone loves her.

Matty breaks the awkward silence by nudging me in the side. "Well I'm up for this date if you are?"

I look at him but he's looking away, blushing. I smile at his cuteness and nod, "Sounds great."

"One condition though," He says, "Sit with me at lunch."

"Ok, which table?"

"The one in the middle."

Oh sh*t Tristan's table.