Cliché Indeed

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

So here I am, standing in front of Greenwidge High's double doors waiting for Wesley. God I hate this school so much, wait let me correct myself, god I hate these people in the school so much. Stereotypes everywhere, cheerleaders roaming the school like they fucking own the place.

I know what you're thinking Alex, aren't you one of those popular crowd since you're well known in school for keeping the Captain position of the soccer team since junior year? Why do you hate them if you're practically one of them? Ahh my fellow lovely pies, yes I may be the captain of the school's girls soccer team, but I don't hang with them nor do I talk and dress like them cliché cheerleading bitches. My soccer girls and I are way better than that. We don't wear skimpy clothing, we're more to what normal students would wear, casual shit. We ain't some walking Barbie dolls. Yes, we have a reputation but we could care less.

Like today, I'm dressed in ripped black skinny jeans and a denim flannel and a pair of black Chucks. It's pretty simple if you ask me. My train of thought ended when Wesley put an arm around my shoulder.

"Let's go."

"So Wes, who's your girl toy for this fine week?" I asked, bored. "Eh, Clarice from the volleyball team" he replied. Damn if only he likes me the way I like him.

I know, I know. He's a 'playboy' but I've known him since the day I was born, -literally, he's born literally a month before me. But he wasn't like this, he's really sweet and nice, especially to me, but maybe to him, it's just a brotherly thing. The story of my life.

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"BOO!"

"What the flying fu-" I turned, standing there by my locker is an overly happy teammate A.K.A best friend -yes Wes is not the only one who can be my bff, I do what I want- of mine, Alissa Burns, the striker of the soccer team.

"We're SENIORS, we basically own this place now and I heard us, the soccer team, and also the football team are at the top of the school chain, not those Barbie dolls that goes 'ALRIGHT OK, GOOOOO PANTHERS!' they're a level below us" she said.

"I don't get why our soccer team needs them, like the crowds' cheers are more than enough, thank you very much" speaking of the devils, the head of the cheerleading squad, Chelsea Hepburn and her two dogs, Mackenzie Willows and Rebecca Middleton are sashaying through the hallway like it's a mother-effing runway.

Ugh my life is a walking cliché story, I swear. Like who wears heels to school?! This is not a high school dance of some sort, heck, it's only the end of summer break and the school's Fall Ball is weeks away. Geez barbies, you'll fall and die somehow some way, so lay off them heels.

The second bell rang, signalling us that we need to get our butts to homeroom. Luckily I have homeroom with Wes, Lissa and some of the girls and boys from the soccer and football team respectively. Our teams are pretty tight, and they're my kind of people, with good taste of music and awesome sense of humor we even go to gigs together. I know right?

And the non-cliché shit about us is that we get pretty decently good grades as for the cheerleaders? Well they're as bimbotic as ever, whoops back to cliché, as you can see by now, I really hate them, but the football boys love them, ugh boys.

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Homeroom, first, second and third period went by pretty quickly as right now I find myself in the cafeteria lining up for lunch with Arabella, a defender in our team.

"How's third period? Lissa told me that you had class with Chelsea Hepburn?" she asked while we're walking to the table the teams have saved.

"Yeah, it was a living hell, you know that hot nerd, Jack from Mathlete?" she nodded. "Well, she sat in front of him and she kept turning back literally shoving her boobs at his face as she asks him simple questions even my pet rabbit can solve, like bitch it's pretty simple, you have a goddamn calculator in front of you, use it." That poor boy and calculator, I feel their pain.

"Wow desperado alert" Arabella said disgusted.

When I say they save us a table I literally meant they save us a table, three huge tables lined up in the middle of the cafeteria for both team. Damn, when Lissa said we're at the top of the school chain, she literally mean at the fucking tip top.

"Hey babe" Wes said kissing my cheek . Its been almost 18 years since I've known this idiot and the butterflies seem to love my stomach so much that it built a house and won't go away. Thanks.

"I swear you guys should be together or will be together, I can see it" Meghan, one of my teammates spoke up. "Yeah man I agree with Meg" Daniel from the football team said, agreeing. Oh guys, you have no fucking idea but this dipshit has a girlfriend or so I may say, a girlweek. Wes' smile faltered as he heard them speak, wow hurtful, well then pretty boy let me save your ass a little and say that you indeed already have a girlweek

"Dude, your Cap over here already has a girlwee- friend" I said shrugging. "Ahh same old Wesley"

"By the way girls, coach just texted that there's no training today, so go home and have som-" "Oh yeah boys we don't have practice today too" Wes cuts in, that good looking of an asshole, yeah yeah I find my best friend attractive, big deal.

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"Alex we're going out, today, right at this moment" Wes demanded as he emerged through my door at 10pm on a school night. Who even allowed him to come in this late? Oh wait he practically has the key to my damn house and it looks like he self-invited himself in, like always for the past years

"Ugh where are we going? I'm studying and it's a school's night dammit" I groaned

"The usual, uh duhh" he said a matter of fact. Oh he remembered because usually we'd go after dinner, it's a tradition since young for us to go to the nearest park from our houses and play the swing.

"Don't you 'uhh duhh' me you dipshit, I've been waiting since after dinner and you didn't came"

"I was with Clarice, come on. I'll explain" he pleaded. No, he wasn't doing that thing with her, although he's a 'player' he never really takes advantage of his girlweeks or any girl, unless he's pissed drunk at a house party, then that's an exception.

"Fuck you, fine." "You love me Lex" "Shut up, I don't Wes"

The walk to the park was quiet but not the awkward kind, the kind that you're just comfortable with each others' company sort of thing.

When we were seated at our respective swings, Wes broke the silence.

"I think I really like Clarice" my eyebrows knitted together and then on my heart just sunk like it's diving into an empty pool, fall to the bottom and cracked in two.

"We met in Florida during the summer break and coincidentally she was staying at the same hotel and we started talking" he continued.

"And you didn't tell me? We've been friends for almost 18 years Wesley Knight Cashmore, 18 years. So now I know why for the two weeks that you were away, not once you've texted or called." I said softly, I never call him by his full name but when I do, it's either I'm angry or hurt. And he knows that.

"But Lex..."

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Whoop cliffhanger, wow only the first chapter and she's already sad. And no she's not the sensitive drama mama kind, she's really cool and collected. I may get some info on high school wrong, where i live we call it Secondary school hahaah. See you guys in the next chapter! :) A picture of Alex and Wesley on the side :))