An untold story

Chapter 5 - We are on each other's team.

I swear I hate bio more than anything else in the world, I just can't wrap my head around it.

"This is going to give me a headache," I say to Paige, whom is sitting next to me.

"I'll join you for the aspirin after party," She says placing a hand over her forehead, her elbows placed on the desk with one hand cupping her chin. That is exactly my current position too. We stay like that, lips slightly parted and eyes closed 'til class finishes.

Paige and I jump in unison when the bell rings. We gather our things and wait a while 'till the classroom is empty to walk out. We always have to wait for the others to walk out first because we sit in the last row.

My next class is chemistry. Well at least I'm better at it. This is one of the two classes I share with Ian and there's no Paige, so guess whom I'm sitting next to?

"You look like you just woke up," Ian points out as we both take our seats. He eyes me with a weird expression and his signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Because I just did. I was taking a nap at bio," I explain, dropping my backpack to the floor. My hands travel to my hair in an attempt to untangle it and then to my eyes to try to wipe the sleep out.

He chuckles in respond and twists his head to face the front.

"What? I hate bio." By this point the classroom is almost full and Mr. Brewer is about to make his big appearance.

"Sure you do," he shakes his head in amusement, still facing the big white board in front, and I roll my eyes.

We spend the rest of the class joking about Mr. Brewer and the way he speaks, spilling saliva all over the class. Mr. Brewer always talks with his teeth pressing his tongue, thank God I am distant from him.

Getting out of class, Ian accompanies me to the parking lot as he makes some pretty bad jokes and I laugh at how bad they are.

"See that girl over there?" he asks once we are in front of my car. The parking lot is almost empty except for a few cheerleaders chatting and giggling and some other students.

"Danielle?" I instantly guess before following his gaze to confirm that my guessing is right. I'm not surprised at all, she's the homecoming queen and she makes sure that every single new guy in this school has the best welcome party.

"Yeah. What do you think of her?" he asks, never taking his lustful eyes away from Danielle... Well, Danielle's butt to be exact.

I feel a hint of anger rush inside of me. Jealousy? No... Or yes? I've never been the jealous kind, besides I don't have a reason to be jealous because friends don't get jealous.

Don't you dare get jealous Melissa, he's a player remember? As long as you're in the friend zone, you'll be safe.

My subconscious reminds me. Friend zone, friend zone.

"She's beautiful but she is... you know..." I sigh, unable to complete my sentence. Which is the nicest way I can say this? I don't like talking behind people's back. She really is beautiful though, with her long wavy brown hair and her big gray-blue eyes.

"Dumb," Ian answers for me.

"That, and..." Again, I can't complete my sentence.

"A slut," he states.

"I wouldn't say a slut.." I try to sooth the insult, but let's face it: that's impossible.

"She has slept with the whole football team," he says, finally looking at me with an are-you-kidding-me glare.