He was Hot, I was Not!

I mean, shit I'm only 17

And um, a perfect couples only in a dream

And right now I'm pretty much

away for this relationship

I think we should wait for it

I mean later we can try things out

But not right now

Kayla's POV

Through the fogginess of her sleep Kayla heard something. What was it? A clock? Drowsily she wondered what a clock was doing ringing on the beach, and wished she could push snooze like she would if she were at home.

Maybe it was a clock tower of a church nearby, she reasoned. But this ringing sounded like an alarm clock.

"Stan, turn your watch off," she murmured drowsily, not quite ready to wake up yet.

But the ringing continued, and it was getting on her damn nerves!

"Ugh," she moaned sitting up in her bed.

Her bed...what was she doing in her bed? Where was Stan? Had he left her here and gone home? Where the hell was Stan, she wondered?

She looked around at the familiar surroundings. She was in her bedroom. She hadn't lost her glasses, they were on the nightstand by her bed, and so was that damn clock. She turned the alarm off and pushed the covers back so she could look at her foot. There was no bandage, no cut...on either one of them! Kayla wanted to cry. It had all BEEN A DREAM!!!

Stan had never kissed her. He had never told her that she wasn't fat, that she was kind of beautiful, that she had pretty hair, nor that he was attracted to her! Well technically, he hadn't told her that anyway. It had all been a dream.

Tears rolled down Kayla's face at the unfairness of it all: she was still fat, she still wasn't beautiful, and Stan still didn't know that she existed.

Cuz She ain't gon tie me down

So why you on the road

You wanted all the shirts, all

the hats, all the clothes

That what you want right now

What up right now,

I think you need to close yo mouth

Cuz you ain't gon tie me down,

tie me down, tie me down

You ain't gon tie me down

Somehow I managed to drag my butt out of bed and get ready for school. I really didn't want to go, I was so bummed about the dream I had last night. However, I knew my Mom would have a cow if I started skipping this early in the year, so I sighed and made myself get up and go.

When I arrived on campus, I walked upstairs to go to my locker to get my books for class. June Eaton, Matt's "wonky-eyed" girlfriend (I chuckled to myself remembering what Stan had said about her) who has the locker above mine, was getting stuff out of her locker so I had to wait for her to get done.

"Hey beautiful," said Matt coming up behind us speaking to June, "Want me to walk you to class?"

They proceeded to have a conversation not realizing, or not caring, that I needed to get in my locker. Damn I hate having the lower locker. Reminder to self, I thought: look for a vacant top locker.

"Excuse me," I said interrupting their conversation, "I really do need to get in my locker."

"Calm down beast" said Matt, "all you had to do was ask."

"Fuck you cretin," I told Matt. He has the nerve to call me a beast? After having a bad night I really wasn't in the mood for any of his or anyone else's bullshit.

"Cretin? Who are you calling cretin" June had the nerve to ask.

"Back off bitch, I'm not EVEN in the mood" I told her. Something about the look on my face must have told them I was serious because they moved over to let me get in my locker.

I stooped down and got my supplies for my first class out of my locker, and when I went to stand I banged my head on the door of that bitches' locker. Matt and June burst out laughing.

"That wasn't funny!" I remarked. It wasn't, my head hurt like hell.

Mrs. Monroe, the French teacher saw what happened and she came over to ask if I was okay. That made Matt and June STFU--they thought they were in trouble.

My head really hurt, but I thought I was okay, and I was just going to tell Mrs. Monroe that when I felt something warm make its way down my forehead. I put my hand up to touch it, wondering what it was...it was blood.

"OMG," said Mrs. Monroe, "You need to go to the nurse!"

Then someone said, "I can walk her to the nurse's office."

Still disoriented, I looked around slowly, head hurting, to see who had said that. I was pretty sure it wasn't that prick Matt.

It was Stan.