Understanding Me

Getting Along

Tuesday morning and I was already getting the midweek blues. I got up just like the day before, got myself ready and left with Beth. The entire way to school I couldn't keep my mind off yesterday, more specifically, my powers. Beth noticed that I wasn't really talking and tried to question me.

"Maddy... Are you okay?" I quickly turned to her, frightened as I was brought out of my daze. I nodded smiling before questioning.

"Yeah, why?"

"You just seem a bit off. High School already getting to you?" She nudged my shoulder lightly.

"Yeah." I lied. I smiled again before returning to my phased-out state, she didn't seem satisfied with the answer but didn't push anymore.

The school halls were just as busy as they were yesterday, with the exception that I wasn't exactly the big news anymore. Me and Beth parted ways as she went to biology and I was going to psychology. Just as I was about to enter the room a boy around my age stopped me, slightly pulling on my arm as he spun me around, so I was facing him. His face was close to mine and I could practically feel his breath on my skin.

"Hi." He smiled. He would be considered the classic 'hot' boy of the high school, probably played American football and got all the girls. He seemed nice, almost gentleman like, but even thought I had little experience with men, excluding a certain Captain, I was pretty sure that this guy was a class A player. "You must be Maddy, pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Thanks, but if you don't mind," I slowly started to shuffle out of his hands. "I'm going to be late, but it was nice talking to you." I call back as I practically ran into the classroom. I sat down in one of the back seats, the same one as I did yesterday. Slowly the class started piling in and once again, a few stares came my way.

"You're Mandy, right?" A girl with an annoyingly high-pitched voice said next to me. I turned to face her. She had blonde, long hair and makeup that looked almost professionally done. Was everyone here a stereotype?

"Maddy actually." She smiled to me grabbing my hand.

"Were going to be best friends!" She smiled, her persona didn't seem so Barbie doll after all, I could image that she was constantly misjudged.

"You do realise that I'm only staying a week?" I smiled, a small giggle leaving my lips as her shoulders shrunk and her face seemed to flip.

"Well you have to stay for the prom!" Before I could even reply she continued. "It's on Saturday, before all the finals start, the school pre-booked for the cheapest price... annoyingly, so we all had buy our dresses super early!" As she said that, I couldn't help thinking back to my prom. In England we have the prom at the end of year 11, then another one when leaving college, it didn't even pass my mind that I was going to miss it. I wasn't going to have the opportunity to get dressed with Charlie, Daisy and Jess, go to the leavers ball then drink like we were forty-year-old men. I was going to miss everything... I already did miss everything.

"I'll think about it." I don't think my smile could even fool a clown but apparently it fooled her. She turned back in her chair as Miss Williams our psychology teacher stepped to the front. The lesson was a recap on psychopathology and once again, whenever I looked at her, her eyes would fall to me. Maybe Jane told he about my parents?

Lunch came around pretty quick, after my other lessons I was happy to have a break and just chill out with Beth and her friends... even if they didn't like me.

We were all sat around the circular table when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to find the boy from earlier, this time, her had a much softer smile on his face.

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier, I'm used to getting this stereotype of the player and I guess I've played it so long that I don't know how to quit it." He paused for a moment, glancing up at me from his shoes. I hesitated before smiling up to him, nodding for him to continue. "I wanted to talk to you earlier because I don't know if you knew but there's a party tomorrow at my friend Ben's house and I was wondering if you would let me take you?" I blushed slightly as he came to a stuttering end. I never really had guys lining up for me, so I guess it was nice that I had two offers.

"Why should I?" I decided to flirt a little, make the guy squirm a little. I guess it was wrong of me to play him, after all I was waiting for someone. He paused before scratting the back of his neck.

"Just to give a guy a chance?"

"Fine, I'll go with you." I smiled as did he.

"I'll pick you up at eight." He seemed to gather himself slightly as he walked off back to the hallway. I turned around to the table to find all their mouths agape.

"Do you know who that is?" Said One of Beth's friends, I'm pretty sure her name was Naomi.

"Of course she doesn't Nai." Another girl said almost stupidly to the other.

"That's Nathan Greene, he is the best-looking guy in the whole school. He has a scholarship set up for next year to Harvard and he's not even that smart." Said the girl next to me.

"Yeah, people say he slept with the administration lady."

"That's a rumour Stacy." Beth immediately shut her down as she turned to me kind of pissed off.

"Beth kind of has a crush on him." Said Naomi, to which Beth hissed at her to stop talking.

"It's okay Beth, I don't like him like that." I smiled back reassuring her.

"So, what, you have a boyfriend waiting for you at home?" All the girls seemed interested and for once didn't look like they wanted to throw me in front of a us. I smiled thinking.

"Not exactly. Not even close actually. He's just a guy and I'm just a girl. To be honest, I don't know why I'm getting my hopes up, it's not like it can even go anywhere... Well maybe it could but it would be really difficult. He seems like he likes me, but he pulls away, and I don't know if I full like him, I think I do, but I don't know. I don't know about anything really." I jumbled out all my words and for a moment all the girls just sat shocked, taking everything in.

"Is he a teacher or something, cause they say teachers are off limits but they're not off limits when your eighteen." One of the girls said. We all paused again before bursting out laughing, making practically the whole cafeteria look in our direction.

"He's not a teacher, he's more of a co-worker." They seemed to smile.

"Maddy... go for it, what's the worst that could happen?"