Roles Reversed

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*click clack*

Not today. Any other day would've been fine, but not today.

*click clack*

At least since they're wearing heels I know they're coming to kill me. It's like a built in alarm system.

They're getting closer. Do you think I could fit into this locker?

"Sasha Jacobs? Is that you?" The sugary sweet voice said.

No, it's her alter ego, Beyoncé. (Get it? Beyoncé and Sasha? Oh never mind.) Dumb blondes.

"Yes Aimee. What do you want?" I sighed, keeping my eyes trained on the floor.

You see, we had the cliche best friends gone wrong story. Now she thought she ran the school, acted dumb and was kind of slutty. It made me sad. I, on the other hand, had a 4.0 GPA and was your typical wallflower. Shy, quiet, observant.

She snapped her fingers in front of my face. I looked up in surprise. She sneered at me. Her airheaded friend laughed.

"I just wanted to know where you got your shirt, Coffee Stain Central?" Her and her sidekick giggled at her lame joke. I just sighed, eyeing the massive stain on my vintagey white tee. My plaid over shirt cover most of it, but not all.

While her cohort giggled on, she leaned in closer to me.

"Stay away from Shay. Or I'll make your life hell," she glared at me before one last time before they walked away.

I just slammed my locker door and stomped away. I almost made it out the front doors when I heard my name being called. My eyes darted to the voices owner. Oh crap.

*7 hours earlier*

As I rounded the corner of the crowded hallway, I crashed into another figure.

"Damn it," the other person muttered. He reached out to steady my shoulders and looked at my shirt. "I am so sorry, uh," he looked at me expectantly. Of course he doesn't know my name. Why would he?

"Sasha. Sasha Jacobs," I muttered angrily.

"I am so very sorry Sasha Jacobs," he looked wearily at my shirt once again. It was covered in his coffee. He reached into his bag and pulled out a plaid shirt that he proceeded to hand to me.

"Thanks," I said cautiously. I looked him in the eye as I slipped into his shirt. It smelled good.

For the first time since he spilled his drink all over me, I actually took notice of this boy in front of me. It was none other than Shay Riley.

Could this day get worse? Oh wow, you know it's bad when you think that before 8:00.

"I'll, uh, return this to you after school?" I squeaked. Shay Riley wasn't just a boy, he was Lake Highs super-popular-southern-charm-wearing-by-day-bad-boy-by-night boy.

He nodded and smiled at me.

"Nice to meet you Sasha," he called over his shoulder to me and he sauntered on down the corridor.

I readjusted my glasses and took a deep breath. I can do this. It's just a stain, today will be totally fine.

Wrong.

It was now lunch time. My two friends Grace and Kiki waved me over to our regular table. The questions began before I was even sitting down.

"Does it smell like him?"

"Does he have abs?"

"Did he know your name?"

"Did you get his number?"