The tragedy of pride

Chapter 1 ~ a blast from the past

My life was not perfect. Was it exciting? Thrilling? Straight out of a movie? Sure. Perfect? No.

The 15th of September. The day that most highschoolers dread. The first day of school. I'll admit, i am slightly excited to go back but mostly, i feel like banging my head against a damn desk.

I mean honestly, why do we even need school? Math? We have calculators. English? We speak it. Geography? We have google maps. History? They're all dead, get over it. Spanish? We have Dora!

So here i am at 7 fucking AM, dressed in black highwasted skinny jeans, a black crop top,and my signature leather jacket in front of my "iconic" bike, as my peers like to call it, going to the first day of school. Yay.

Can you sense my enthusiasm?

I got on my bike and took off. I love this feeling. It feels like freedom. Plus you look so badass riding one of these.

I pulled up to school, parked my baby and strutted in.

Let's not avoid it any longer. I am downey highs "queen bee". With my blonde hair, green eyes, curvey body and bitchy attitude I am a classic example of a "bad bitch". Or that's what all the desperate trash human beings at my school like to say.

When i reached my locker i was greeted by the same over-energized voice i have been hearing for the last 12 years of my life.

"Naomi!" Screamed my best friend Lauren snow. Captain of the cheerleading team and a total sweetheart. She engulfed me in one of her signature tight hugs.

"Laur, you're choking me" I breathed out as she finally let go and looked at me with a pout. "I know you missed me, but choking me isn't the best way of showing it." I said with a shrug. Lauren playfully slapped my arm and rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up!"

We started walking towards our AP history class, while simultaneously discussing how much we hate school and want summer back.

We walked into class and all eyes were on us. Well, except for the people with lives that don't stalk our social media 24/7.

We sat in the back row near the window and while, I walked by everyone with my permanent bitch-face on, Lauren greeted all of our classmates with a smile on her face. Goes to show how different we are.

"Have you seen Dylan yet?" Lauren asked. I scoff "No, not yet and I can't say I'm upset."

Dylan was Downey highs' resident golden boy and captain of the football team, yet somehow he wasn't a douchbag but he was so overly nice it was annoying.

"Oh come on! I'll never understand why you don't like him!" Lauren huffed as she crossed her arms.

"It's not that i don't like him, it's just that his existence doesn't really excite me."

"Aren't you like that with everyone?"

"Everyone except you." I said with a smile which caused Lauren to crack a smile too.

Just then the teacher walked in and started the lesson.
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It was now lunch and me, Lauren and our other friend Sophia were going out to get lunch at a local café. When we walked out of the building We spotted Dylan Burke leaning on a wall in all his glory. Lauren beelined straight for him and started flirting up a storm. I shared a look with Sophia as we calmly made our way towards them.
"Care to stop ogling my best friend, Burke?" I asked in a bored tone.

He looked in my direction and replied "Naomi, always a pleasure."

"Cut the crap and talk to me like a normal person, would you?"

"Naomi! Stop it!" Screeched Lauren. I rolled my eyes and let the couple continue talking.

"So, are you waiting for someone or..." trailed of Lauren.

"Yeah, I'm waiting for my friend who was supposed to show up for homeroom but decided that he would make a dramatic entrance in the middle of the day."

Lauren and I started laughing.

"Sheesh, extra much?" Said Sophia with a perplexed look on her face.

Dylan grinned "yup, that's him" then, as if it just registered the information he revealed to us his grin morphed into an expression of panic "shit! Don't tell him i said that! He'll literally kill me!"

That caused us to laugh even more, but we were stopped by the roaring of a motorcycle engine. We looked up and saw a sleek black bike pull up to our school. The driver, who I'm guessing was the guy Dylan talked about, parked the bike, hopped of it, removed his helmet and started making his way towards us.

Now, you may think i'm over exaggerating, but when i say that this man was a literal panty-dropper (ew i hate that word) i'm not lying. He had an athletic build and had to be at least 6'. He had black messy hair and a set of the most piercing blue eyes i have ever seen.

"Knight?" The guy asked in a confused tone and that's when reality came crushing in.