UGLY (Vol.1)

Pg 7. Doubled Worries

The school was the same boring place as it was, except everything was brighter, more beautiful for Alyssa.

"Hey- you look lit up. Something happened yesterday?" Isabel asked. Her eyebrow crooked, suspicious.

"You better take your you-know-what pills!" Linda gasped.

Alyssa rolled her eyes.

"Nah, I don't do 'that,' remember? I told you last prom." She replied.

The last prom had been a colossal disaster for Alyssa and her friends. Peter Hugo had grabbed Alyssa's butt on the dance floor, and Alyssa kicked his face with her 8cm high heels for that. He passed out right in front of the crowd, but Peter healed enough to say he was sorry.

After the prom, Alyssa had told her friends about how she swore her sister never to have any sexual activities with a boy and that she didn't want it. Isabel told her she was insane- for promising such a thing, Linda said she understood, and Blake was surprised that kissing was a part of sexual activity.

"Yeah, sure. When you knocked Peter Hugo out in his jaw!" Linda laughed.

"You pretty much beat the crap out of him," Isabel stated.

"Well, I only kicked him once in the jaw.." Alyssa refuted but got ignored.

"I'm glad you taught him a lesson! No man is gonna touch no girl's butt without asking! Mm, hm!" Blake shook her head. Blake was a respect-worthy feminist.

"Thanks." Alyssa murmured at Blake, and Blake nodded as if she was saying- "I got you" silently. Alyssa was thankful.

When they all reached school, the school students were all somehow noisy. A bustling crowd was swarming in the halls. Something was going on.

"What's happening?" Alyssa asked Isabel.

Isabel only shrugged.

"OMG, look- just got a text. Says a hottie that is NOT from our school is walking the halls right now!" Linda, always the first to know everything in school- showed her phone screen to Alyssa.

It was a text from Marshall Loyse, the cheerleader. There was a picture added to the text, and there was a small hint of a boy, the back of his head, with cleanly shaved back hair.

Alyssa felt like she knew that hair.

She's seen it before.

"Is that......" Blake squinted her eyes.

Before Blake could continue, they saw it. They saw the boy from the picture...a familiar face... Tyler, walking right beside them.

"Alyssa!" Tyler looked at Alyssa and stepped right towards her.

Alyssa was shocked, half paralyzed. Her legs didn't move back-and; still, her mind was repeatedly telling her to take a step back, the 'sassy move'.

"God, are you okay?" Tyler asked, worry between his squinted eyebrows.

Tyler didn't grab Alyssa's shoulders; he didn't hold her hand, didn't put his hand over her forehead- just asked her status. Alyssa had a moment before understanding it was her turn to speak.

"Uh, yeah. Th-thanks for yesterday." She murmured. She felt shame burning on her back, as well as the eyes of all the students in the hall.

"I'm sorry for trespassing in your school- I just needed to know. You didn't answer any of my texts." Tyler said, his hand brushing the back of his neck, his eyes looking behind her.