Dilemmas of a Class Clown

Part One

“S’up homie g!” I cried, high-fiving Harriet. “What’s crackin’ in… uh… S-Town?”

 Harriet gave me a weird look. “You live in Sydney too, idiot.”

“And?” I said slowly, and she rolled her eyes.

“You are so strange.”

“Hey! At least I don’t say ‘super cute’ and ‘omg’!”

“True.”

Harriet slammed her locker closed and strolled down the corridor, me skipping next to her as we made our way to our first class.

“So what’d you do on your weekend?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Nothing much. Actually, that’s a lie. I went to this party on Saturday—”

Harriet groaned. “And don’t tell me, you got into the tequila.”

“Shut up. But yes, I did. And all I can remember is some stupid repetitive song that was in my head for the whole weekend! It’s that annoying song where it goes ‘I’m a party, and party and party and party—’”

A strong arm settled over my shoulders, tugging me towards a firm body.

“Little Ari! Top of the morning to you!”

With wide eyes, my head whipped up and I met the bright blue eyes of a very amused Dean.

“Dean!” I squeaked, blood rushing to my face. “How’s it going? Great? Awesome! Well I gotta go to class, so see ya!”

And with that, I high-tailed it out of there.

I guess this is the time where I should do a bit of explaining.

Prepare yourselves.

I, Arianna ‘the-coolest-person-on-Earth’ Rose, have a crush on Dean ‘oh-so-perfect’ Peterson.

I’ll let that settle for a moment.

…

Okay, so from my performance earlier it obviously isn’t that jaw dropping. But it still freaked me out. I was generally (kinda) immune to his charm, but when he got all touchy-feely like just before, my ‘calm’ demeanour just went to bits.

Let’s give you the low down on Dean.

Dean was the hottest guy in school. And just to add to it, he was funny and smart. But, to his constant chagrin, he was no sports star.

And onto me: I was the class-clown – the girl who mostly everyone liked to be around because I could get just about everyone to laugh. I was also a bit of a party animal.

And compared to Dean’s gorgeous looks, I was like a rock. And this is why my crush will never be fulfilled.

Dean went for girls with beautiful hair, stunning looks, and a killer body. I, on the other hand, was a bit of a Plain Jane. Sure, I had blonde hair and blue eyes (I swear I’m not a bombshell), but my hair was dull and my eyes were more of a pond colour, even though my mother continually insisted they were blue.

So there you have it – the reasons why my crush is unbelievably embarrassing and completely unrequited.

My life is absolutely terrible, I know.

I was in the middle of thinking furiously and walking aimlessly down the corridors when the second bell rang.

“Oh shit!”

By the time I’d raced to the classroom, the teacher was already talking while simultaneously writing on the board. I tried to creep in and slink over to my seat next to Harriet, but the teacher whipped around.