Nacho Average One Direction Story

Back in time: Junior Year

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

May

     My junior year of high school was like nothing I ever could have imagined. Suddenly, everyone loved me. But not for me. For the news. Someone found out I would be competing in the Olympics in Hong Kong after school let out in the summer and now everyone wanted to be my friend.

     Boys I had never talked to asked me out on dates. Girls that had completely ignored me for the past two and a half years of high school asked me how my weekend was. I had to hold my tongue so I wouldn't tell the boys to screw off and the girls to forget it. I'm sure they are nice people, but it irritated me that they only wanted to be friends with me for the publicity.

     So at lunch I sat with the same crowd I had the first and second year of highschool: my best friend Zac and four of his friends. Because they liked me when nobody else did.

     I smiled as I walked to track practice. I liked to call it tractice. Tractice was my favorite part of the day because it was wwhen I could actually be above average at something.

     My eyebrows drew in confusion as I saw a large banner handing in between the football goalposts. The track circled the football field, like most in the state.

     As I got closer to the track, I could make out what was written on the white banner. "Biz, would you go to Prom with me?" I read it at least six times before looking under it to see Zac standing there in his track work-out clothes with a bowtie around his neck and three flowers in his right hand and his left behind his back.

     "Yes!" I shouted as I ran toward him, throwing myself into him with my arms around his neck. He laughed at me as he spun us around.

     "I figured our tradition of going to dances with each other should continue," he smiled and I nodded enthusiastically. "I picked you flowers," he said while extending his hand to me.

     "Thanks! Dandelions. Nothing says "Will you go to prom with me?" like weeds!" I laughed, giving him a hard time because he knew I was joking.

     "Fine. I guess I'll just have to keep these then," he said nonchalantly as he brought his other hand out from behind his back. I expected something chiche like chocolate. But Zac isn't a chiche type of guy. It was a box of rocket popsicles.

     "Give me them!" I cried and he laughed as he obliged. "That bowtie looks great with that t-shirt and shorts," I complemented sarcastically.

     "Thanks, bestie," he said as he threw an arm around my shoulder and pulled a popsicle from the box for himself.

     "How are you going to get the banner down?" I asked as we watched some trackletes (track athletes) run the curves of the track.

     "No idea," he said instantly, sighing a bit.

     I laughed and looked at him with a confused-yet-amused face. It was one of my favorites. And the name rhymed. Win-win. "Nice," I commented as I faced forward again.

     "You know I'm not good at thinking ahead," he shrugged. When he did this, his shoulder came up to nail me in the jaw because his arm was still around me.

     "Yeah know what," I laughed. And that is how we stayed for 15 minutes before the boys' track coach yelled at Zac and the high jump coach yelled at me for standing around instead of warming up. I made a face at him and began jogging around the track without usuing my arms just to spite him. I ca this run The Flightless Bird. We had such a great relationship. He was so quirky, but I loved him like that cool but estranged uncle every family has.