• Before We Met •

2

I parked at my usual parking spot and got out of my car with a huff, when I realised I had gotten there sooner than I expected. Students were still chatting as if that day wasn't the first of 9 months full of homework and studying with teachers constantly stalking your every move.
Not to mention the constant, ongoing, never-ending cylce of the same petty, shallow so called "blondes" chasing the same 3 football players that everybody loved.

I was so sick of the same things repeating themselves year after year, so I was more than thankful when 2 years ago, this blue-eyed, brunette called Sophie Henderson came up to me, stuck out her hand and said, and I quote, "Hey, I'm Sophie Henderson, I'm new here and I have no fucking idea who the frick you are but I'd like to, since you seem like the only girl here who doesn't have plastic implanted in her body."

Ever since that day, Sophie and I have been as tight as the skinny jeans Ross from Friends wore on his date.

Damn, I miss that show..

As if on cue, a frantic Sophie came up to me and starting rambling. The only things I was able to catch were, "new guy", "hot as fuck" and "Bradley has some serious competition".

Bradley was one of those jackasses that I mentioned, known as the hottest guy in school.

Sure, he was attractive but his personality definitely cancelled out his looks. To him, people that weren't on a high social level, were worthless. He created his own little imaginary kingdom where he believed he was above all, when all the real kings and queens were living outside of it.

He's the stereotypical, airhead jock that gets all the girls and has a confidence level higher than Einstein's IQ. He hits on every single girl that catches his eye but dumps them the seconds he's bored and wants to boost his ego by watching them beg for him to stay. Sadly the phrase "every girl" included me.

"Damn Samuels, you went all out for the first day of school." He flirted as his eyes raked my body. "Keep moving Bradley. I have a boyfriend. Remember him? Your friend?" I said as I rolled my eyes at his pathetic attempt to flirt and his unloyalty to his friend. "No, I'm serious you look hot." he added without even acknowledging what I had said.

I had always hated that word. "Hot" That stupid, meaningless word that categorized every, single girl that existed. Hearing it from the person I hated even more was a bit too much to handle and to say I was enraged was an understatement.

I raised my hand and smacked him straight across his right cheek.

I Smacked Bradley.

I widened my eyes at my sudden and unexpected action, grabbed Sophie's hands and bolted inside the school. My heart was pounding and I could still feel the rush of adrenalin pumping through my veins. I had never hit anyone before and let me tell you, I had encountered alot of A-class assholes in my life.

As soon as we burst through the door of Frailway High, I, being less athletic than Sophie, started panting from the short sprint I had just ran. When I re-gained my breath, I faced Sophie and saw her crouched as if she was throwing up. Then I noticed she had a laughing expression yet no sound was coming out of her mouth. Tears were noticeably forming in the corner of her eyes and she was hunched over in an awkward position with her bookbag on her back. Seeing her laugh brought a smile to my face, which soon turned into a chuckle, which ended up being a laughing fit identical to Sophie's.

I treasured moments like these. I was so eternally grateful for Sophie. Whenever I see those "relatable posts" on pinterests that list "the types of friends you have in your group", I always manage to fit Sophie into every one of the categories because to me, she has all the qualities you could ever ask for in a friend. She's been nothing but helpful to me especially when I was going through a rough patch with my boyfriend, Max.

Still chuckling, Sophie and I walked to our lockers and got the books we needed for our classes. I looked at my schedule and noticed that I had Biology first, then English, then Gym. It wasn't bad considering those were my three favourite subjects. Doesn't mean I'm good at them but they were my favourite.

I turned to Sophie, who was still grabbing her books and asked her for her schedule. "Hey Soph, give me your schedule", "Yeah, sure it's in my bag".
I took the paper from her bag. "Damn it, we only have 3 classes together." I said with a sigh. "What? Are you kidding me? We had only 1 class together last year. I swear the people who organise the schedules want to jeopardise our friendship so they can swoop in and steal you from me." I chuckled at her creative mindset but nonetheless agreed.

Sophie closed her locker shut as soon as the bell rang. "At least we have a free period together". "Yeah, I guess so. I'll see you later A." she said as she started towards her class. "Bye".

Now you're probabbly saying, "this girl is living a stereotypical life. The jock, the best friend, high school. So what's so special about her story?" My answer to that would be "nothing". Absolutely nothing. I lived a completely boring, average life. I just wished that someday, I'll be able to tell a story that no one else can tell.
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A/N - Heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy.
Ew I sound like a drunk middle aged man trying to flirt. Sorry about that but i feel like this chapter suuuucked. It was kinda rushed and wasn't too descriptive idk. I'm sorry this is my first ff bear with me pls.
You'll met Max(her bf) and the mysterious new guy in the next chapter... i think. I just wanted to introduce you fully to the main characters and the people that mean the most to Aspen so you'll get the bigger picture.
Thank you for reading and I'll try to update as soon as possible. ❤❤