Her and I

Ω Chapter One Ω

It was the beginning of another year. My junior year to be exact. Nothing I was looking forward to. I had grown and developed since freshman and sophomore year and I was popular to a certain degree but I don't attract attention nor push it away. I am somewhere in the middle you could say.  I have a good group of friends while being mutually acquainted with the majority of my peers at Lockwood Highschool.

Currently, myself and twenty other bored juniors were sitting in our first class, or study hall before the real classes begin. Our teacher, a stout woman in her mid-forties with greying brown hair and thick blue rimmed glasses slowly draws pictures on her chalkboard of the human body for her anatomy class or at least that what I assume. I have been in this classroom about four times since being at this school and I have only met this teacher a few Days ago.

"Think she'll draw a dick?" I hear Tim Barker snort, he was, unfortunately, one of my friends and I slowly turn to him and look him up and down.

"It wouldn't be hard, She would just have to draw you," I smirk and he rolls his eyes before thumping my shoulder with his hand.

" Bitch." He mocks and goes back to his phone. I just laugh silently to myself.

He was the only person I knew in this class but his company was one that I enjoyed. He was definitely part of the popular people. Looks that every girl would swoon for with dark black hair and dazzling green eyes. The full essence of Jock all over him. He was about 6'3 of pure chocolate muscle the ran a pigskin up and down the field. Won us two championships so far.

The bell rang and both of us scrambled out of the room and onto our next class, which we had together. "I'm having a party in a couple of days, do you wanna come?" He asks as he slings his arm over my shoulder.

"When have I ever said no to one of your parties Tim?" I ask and wrap my arm around his waist.

"You right. It'll be at my new place and there will be booze and smoke." He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Okay sounds fun," I remark as we step into the door of world history.

It was a boring lecture about syllabus and rules and what to expect from the class and teacher. I only had about seven more hours of this same talk. Tim and I parted ways. He went to AP Algebra and I would be going to my art class. This was probably one of my favorite classes. I wasn't bad or very good but I enjoyed art.

Again there was the syllabus talk and then the teacher let us just chill and hand out on our phones. Mr.Mcoy was probably my favorite teacher.

After countless jokes and a few interesting quotes, I found myself outside of the cafeteria for my lunch period. I had three friends with me at this time, Danny, Savanna, and Ringo. Our group was so different but inevitably balance each other out. Danny was the average American kid. Blonde hair, brown eyes with a normal build and straight A's all through high school. Savanna was short with blonde hair and blue streaks with a curvy build and not very muscular. She did have a cute face though so that helps. And Ringo, poor Ringo. He has always been the odd one out of our group. Gay as fuck and so proud of it, with beautiful blue eyes and dark brown hair the effortlessly flows to the side of his face. I wish I could come out fully as he did. My friends know about my closeted obsession with female anatomy. However, nobody else does.

We sit together and automatically Ringo and Danny start complaining about each other's clothing. Danny has on a basic white t-shirt that says 'savage' and some black jeans to go along with it. Meanwhile, Ringo has a tailored shirt and pants that match with a tie neatly tucked into his shirt. 

Savanna and I laugh before swatting each boy in the back of the head. "Not the hair!" Ringo grumbles before fixing himself and pouts.

"So, Des. How's life?" Savanna asks and I laugh.

"Life has been shits and giggles, but Tim is having a party this Friday and wanted me to see if you guys wanted to come to. Just bring a bottle if you can." I say and smile before biting the tip off of my baby carrot.

"Fuck yeah we're coming! Tims parties are always off the wall, not to mention he has connections. I'm talking about booze, food, girls, and weed." Danny practically shouts and pumps his fist.

"Sounds like you have a little crush." Ringo smirk and sips his water.

"Shut the fuck up." Danny rolls his eyes and tosses a fork full of peas at Ringo.

"You both are such children," I mutter and send Tim a text saying we were all set.