The Complications of Having a Guy Best Friend

Chapter One

Name: Alyssa Stratton

School: Lakewood High

Class: Sophomore

Biggest Problem: surviving among these idiot Neanderthals

*sigh*... Welcome to my life...

Walking down these long hallways, you see everything; things you really don't wanna see, like a goth couple making out, or things that are just amusing to the eye, like a group of teenage dudes wearing capes to prove a point or cones for hats to communicate with the "other-worldlies".

The halls of Lakewood High held the most clichés of world history. The hierarchy chain was ambiguous. A loud eruption of laughter broke into my thoughts. I wasn't all that surprised by the over exaggeration of amusement. There, posting up against the beige lockers were the school jocks, four of the 'best' football players. You may notice that I used quotation marks, that wasn't a mistake, I'm just quoting the coach, I wasn't much of a football fan. They look just as you might imagine them: tall, well-built & strong, hot, and lastly... Arrogant. And I'm sure they knew it, they knew every girl at this school drooled over them, all the other guys envied them, I, on the other hand, could not care any less. But then again, I was a nobody. I'm sure none of them would notice if one girl out of the whole female population didn't so much as look their way.

A group of Barbies came strutting down the middle of the hall, all blonde, pinky, perky, and... Disgusting. The one leasing them wore a glittery, blue hair band that she wore all the time, I guess that was the only way they'd be able to tell the difference. As they walked down the hall, people made way for them so they'd have room. But me, nah, this hall was wide enough. I continued on the same path. They stopped in front of me in sync, it was freaky how they managed to do that. They probably rehearsed this. I smirked at the thought.

The leader, Jaycee, looked at me, her hazel eyes boring into my skull.

"Hello?" Jaycee said, a hand in her hip.

"I'm sorry, what?" I said, coming back from my thoughts.

"I said, are you going to move? Or should I try a different language?"

"Hmm, I think I'd like the other language option."

"How about, no? Just get out of the way!" She said, shoving my left shoulder. I wasn't one to have a short temper, but I was really good at pissing people off. I'm not violent... Not anymore at least. My last outburst didn't end so well, and that's all I have to say about that.

"So, you're telling me, that you and your robot Barbies can't pass because I, one person, by the way, am in your way?" I said.

"Would you rather we move you?" She tilted her head to the side.

A grin spread across my face. I took a step towards her, stepping on her pink pumps and said, "enlighten me."

She gasped. "My shoe!" She pushed me backwards.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me get that for you." I licked my thumb and pretended to bend over to clean her shoe, but I actually just lifted my converse shoe and scraped on the top of her shoe, blackening it. Fury lit up her irises, I swear she was close to tears.

"Oh man, did I not get it?" I said my hands clasped together in front of me, rocking on my heels and toes. Everyone in the hallway, watched in awe, shock, even fear. They liked to bow down to their queen, I liked to steal the crown. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of having everyone at the tips of her fingers. Just, no.

At her silence, I just shrugged.

"Oh, and by the way, one of your robots here," I started reaching for the girl to her left. "Is out of place." Jaycee turned to look and at that opportunity, I pushed them apart from each other, creating a space to walk through.

"Thanks for letting me through!" I shouted, without looking back.

Well, one annoying thing down, the rest of high school to go.

**

We were only two months into the school year, and I was already mentally collapsing. Ugh! Why? I've been asking that question for a while now... Why school? Who thought this was a good idea? Why eight hours? Why! At the thought, I drop my forehead to the desk.

The bell rings and I leave the class, my soul slowly being sucked back into my body. I hadn't even noticed that my name was being called.

"Hey, Lys! Lys!"

"Oh, hey!" It was Miranda, Randy for short. Randy was my best friend, always has been, always will be. That was confirmed in middle school when we were suspended together for something that was my fault. She tried to take the fall, but I couldn't let her. I didn't really know her then, but I wasn't heartless and she was really nice. And so, we took the bomb together. From that day on, we were friends, opposites and inseparable. She was flats, I was sneakers; she was skirts, I was skinny jeans. Coming back, I noticed the look of urgency on her face as she ran towards me. "What's wrong?"

"Come on!" She grabbed my arm and threw me in the janitors' closet.

My foot landed in an empty bucket and I fell, collapsing on a pile of cleaning products. I grunted trying to get up.

"Shhh!," she uttered urgently through the crack of the door before closing it.

"Randy, what are y--"

"Shut up!" I heard her say through the door.

I finally managed to get myself up off the toilet paper and the bucket off my foot. I pressed my ear to the door, but all I could hear were a series of murmurs. A late bell went off, and I tried the knob, it started to turn but was stopped, my guess was Randy grabbed it. She was gonna make me late to class!

"R--," I didn't even get to finish and the door slammed against my head. "Ow! What the hell!" I grabbed my head, surprised I hadn't been knocked back to the ground.

Randy grabbed my shoulder to keep steady while squeezing in through the door into the room with me.

"Crap! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed grabbing my head apologetically.

"What was that for?" I asked, still rubbing my head.

"I didn't mean to! You were too close! I--"

I pushed her hand away. "Not that!" I pointed to the door. "Why'd you throw me in here?"

"Jaycee."

The throbbing had subsided, I dropped my heads to my sides. "What?"

"She has her boyfriend looking for you to mutilate you." Her green eyes widened. I smiled at her over dramaticism. Jaycee's boyfriend. Remember what I said about the biggest clichés in the history of the world? Guess who's Jaycee's boyfriend... Correct! Captain of the football team!

"Mutilate me." I smirked. I pulled her into a hug. "Thanks, Randy. I owe you big."

"I'll just put it on your tab." She winked. "I think it's safe to roam the halls now." She poked her head out the door, scanning the hall. "All clear."

We walked out into the clear, empty hallway. This is the first I noticed how big this school was without a riot of students roaming up and down the halls.

"So, what do you think Mrs. Beady-the-Needy, is gonna say when we get to her class?" Randy asks me.

"Probably some crap about a pass, and threatening to send me to the office for, like, the 34th time, and a long lecture to the point of her forgetting the situation." I shrugged.

Randy laughed. "To think she'd retire already, you know?"

"I don't know, my friend, I don't know." We laughed.

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