You Will Live Forever

Chapter 1: The Code

Have you ever wondered how life could change so drastically in one day? I never thought it would happen to me, but it did. It all started on the first day of my senior year in high school. I've had senioritis, a 'disease' of not giving a shit in school, since freshman year. Don't get me wrong, I still got great grades in my accelerated and AP classes, but let's face it, most of that shit I bullshitted the fuck out of. My high school is known for having the best bullshitters around. We could half-ass something and it would be a masterpiece. That's just how we were. The laid back geniuses.

"Becks... finally you show up," I mumbled. I was sitting in my car in the parking lot with my window rolled down and my Arctic Monkeys music blasting.

"You're such a fucking hipster, Liz." Becks sighed, getting out of her car, two frappuccinos in hand. She walked over to my window and handed me one.

"Thanks," I said, taking it from her and taking a sip. "So?"

Becks sighed heavily and grabbed her bag out of the passenger's seat in her car. The bell for school to start rang and students started to make their way to class.

"So what?" Becks asked.

"Um... Jason... hello?" I laughed.

This whole summer, he was all she could talk about. He was the star of the basketball team at our school and a world-class player. We were all really good friends, but he had this text flirtation going on with Becks all summer. I knew she would fall for him. She always tried to push her feelings for him aside, but I knew that she couldn't get over him. He was perfect for her.

"He's single." She finally answered, a slight grin on her face.

"I knew it. Well, going to go for it?" I got out of my car after I had rolled up the windows. I closed the door and slung my bag over my shoulder.

Becks avoided my question and looked me up and down. "Like I said before... fucking hipster."

I pouted. "I'm not a hipster..." She shook her head at me. "Oh common... this is cute." I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a white tank top with a leather jacket and black skinny jeans. On top of my head was a black beanie. My backpack had patches and pins of all of my favorite alternative bands and things from my favorite TV shows.

"No... It's a terrible obsession." Becks laughed at me as we both locked our cars and slowly made our way to English, which we happened to have together.

"So what if it's an obsession."

"You're supposed to look cute on the first day of school!" Becks said loudly.

"I'm not wearing a fucking floral dress," I said looking at her. That was all she wore. Dresses and skirts.

Becks shrugged. "And you wonder why all the boys go after me."

I chuckled. "That's because they are scared of me."

Becks laughed. "And why is that?"

I sighed, with a small evil grin on my face. "Because I got in a fight on the soccer field freshman year after someone insulted Shelby."

Shelby was my other best friend. She was on the same club soccer team with me since we started when we were 8. We both made varsity as a freshman and have been on the team since then. On our last game of freshman year during the CIF championship, we won, and afterward, a girl was badmouthing Shelby and being a racist so I knocked her out cold with one hit. Since we were still on the field, the ref was allowed to give cards. He gave me a red card, even though the game was over. I had to go through many anger management classes because of that damn card and the fact that the principal witnessed everything along with the entire school. I'm sure there are a couple of YouTube videos out there as well. But I mean, how could you not want to knock out a racist person cold?