Austin
The hallway pours with people. Faces I see every day. Most of them since grade school. I'm only looking for one today. It belongs to Adaline Frost.
When I spot her my heart races like I've ran a marathon of laps in the gym during basketball practice. I barge through the crowds to reach her, but stop when I see Greg Fletcher come up next to her locker. Blocking my view from her with his douchiness.
For God sakes the guy wears a sweater vest. She said they weren't dating at the dance. That was ten days ago why the hell is he still hanging around her? Why is his fingers clasping wisps of her hair? He shouldn't be touching her.
Fact is I've never been jealous. It doesn't sit well with me. Since the dance my temper has grown. A month ago, I was as chill as ever. Nothing pissed me off. In fact, most things rolled off my shoulders. Lately, that's not the case at all.
My fingernails dig into my palm as I ball up my hands at my sides while I watch her tip back her head and laugh. I need to get a grip. I'm losing it. This shouldn't bother me. In fact, I shouldn't even give a shit that they're hanging out. She ignored all my texts. I even broke down and used my phone as an actual phone and called her. She ignored that too.
Now, I see why. I lost Adaline Frost to a walking poster boy for Mister freaking Rogers.
"Hey, Reed, there's a party at my house this weekend. In or out?" Tyler asks as he brushes past me and continues toward his locker with his girlfriend Layla in tow.
"Uh, I might be there. I got check my work schedule." What I mean to say is I gotta check if there is possibly an extra shift I can pick up. With the flu going around I'm getting more hours which means more money. My mom and I need the extra cash since our only mode of transportation is on it's final leg.
"Addy!" Juliet Valentine shouts from behind me. That's also Layla's twin sister and current best friend to the girl I'm crushing on. Yes, I know that sounds lame, a guy crushing. Whatev's, I like the girl.
Juliet wizzes past me as I step up to my own locker. Jared Black my football team's QB pops open his locker which is beside mine and says, "Going to Tyler's this weekend?"
I shrug. "Maybe. You?"
"Probably not. You know how Juliet and I are. We're cooling just hanging out and watching movies."
Jared has that stupid shit eating grin on his face when he tells me this. The guy literally hasn't stopped smiling since he got the girl he's wanted since elementary school. I'm happy for the guy but seriously, he needs to tone it down a notch. Maybe eight.
"Cool Netflix and chilling eh?" I tease.
That does it. His smile vanishes and he growls, "Watch it. It's not even remotely like that!"
"Chill, bro." I snatch my books and shut my locker. "I'm messing with you."
He shuts his locker too. "It's not funny."
I snicker. "Well, consider it payback for all you and Tyler's mom jokes. Asswipe."
He grins again. "Touche."
"Hey, what's up with that?" I motion to Greg and Adaline.
He shakes his head. "Not sure. Why?"
