Weather Girl (gxg)

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I had Chemistry, Art, and Gym with her. And during every single class, I didn't try to talk to her. I just couldn't. I mean, would anyone be able to talk to someone extremely attractive? Especially when that person would look your way and flash that smile of theirs that would make anyone want to block their own face from the sun. And not only that, She was always surrounded by different people who wanted to meet her.

Everyone wanted to see the new girl for themselves and they all wanted to be her friend. Because we were such a small school, everyone knew everyone. Meaning that we were only set of kids that we all of. Just the same ol' faces every single day and everyone was doing the same thing every single day. We wanted something different, something or someone who would help with spicing that up. And She was it, unfortunately for her.

"Where are you from?" California, was her answer.

"Where did you get your clothes?" Either from a thrift shop or from one of the online stores that I buy stuff from a lot.

"How old are you?" Sixteen.

"Is this your first time here in Groesbeck?" No, I would come here every summer with my family to visit our grandmother.

And the questions kept on going, mainly in art. Because they were working on individual assignments, some people would use the time instead to talk or to do other classwork. Our art teacher didn't necessarily care simply because she would join in many of the students conversations. This day, she was talking to Her with other group of students. Our art teacher would ask her a bunch of questions and would even joke around with her, causing the student to burst out in fit of giggles.

Not gonna lie, I was jealous. I wanted to talk to her or know what was so funny to make her giggle. But I couldn't and it wasn't just because she was pretty. I was too shy and couldn't just waltz my way over to the group and force my way into their bubble. The only time I was forceful in any situation was when Harry was around and the two of us were joking. Even then I would only do that when it was just the two of us, I felt comfortable with him.

Picking up another piece of charcoal, I started coloring and tried to dive more into my work. Maybe that would help with drowning out their voices and laughter.

Gym was different. The only time people had the chance to talk to her was in the locker room and walking to the gym. But once we were inside of the gym, then class was in session and we weren't given the chance to pause and take a deep breath. We were told to start off the class by doing five laps and then we would start with a sport that day. While other people dreaded the class, I actually enjoyed it. I wasn't the smartest person and I wasn't talented, but I was good when it came to sports.

Specifically running.

It was something that I enjoyed doing and it made me happy to do whenever I had the chance to run. I felt like I was able to clear my mind when I started running and that nothing else mattered. I was free and was able to get away and out of this small town.

We were all told to get to the makeshift starting line and get ready. I stood in the middle of the crowd that was slowly forming, stretching just a bit to warm myself up. From behind me, I could hear some of the girls in my class already complaining about having to run. They were the type of people who would half assed everything. Whether it was running, playing basketball, or even just playing kick ball. You would always catch them talking bad about the class and not caring about anything. It was almost like they were too good to do anything that had to do with moving.

And I hated it, I really did. Yet, I said nothing to them and just avoided those type of students. Once we started running, then I'll be fine.

As I was stretching, I didn't notice that She was standing to me. When I did, it was just when I stood up straight as our gym teacher told us that we were gonna start soon. There she was, wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a shirt with her hair braided hair pulled into a bun. With that outfit, she could've blended in with the other girls, but for some reason she just didn't. Maybe it was because of her presence and how she presented herself that helped with separating her. Or maybe it was because I just couldn't see her as the other girls that I've known since I was five.