play it by the rules

one

kyrah lee's point of view
sept. 17th, 2018 - monday - 9:21 am

I appear at my locker, like anybody else would, to get my books like a normal teenager on a normal day. But unlike a "normal teenager", I earn glances from all over. Girls passing by, repetitively calling me names such as "hoe" or "slut". Guys taunting me on how I'm such an "easy-pass" and a "good hit". Even teachers exchange a couple words as they move by me.

"Hey, bitch!" A peppy voice rings through my ears, shuffling me out of my thoughts.

"Kenny!" I exclaim back to one of my best friends, giving her a side squeeze. I spin through my locker combination to quickly grab my books and head to my next class. "Have you seen Hayley today?" I question the brunette, closing the blue metal door.

"No, not yet. She's probably with Dani, slipping tongue on the bleachers again." She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Please never give me that visual again. It was worse the first time when I walked in on them." I groan, imagining the scene.

"I wish I had a boyfriend." Kennedy sighs as we walk down the halls, to our chemistry class.

"Bitch, you can get any man you want. Look around, they're all gawking at you." I reply, turning my head to a group of baseball boys. As if on cue, a few look at us strolling down the halls, basically drooling. But a particular dirty blonde, who wasn't looking before, catches my eye as he winks over at me.

"Actually, I think that one is looking at you." She chuckles before turning into "Room 104". We take our seats, right in the back of the class, as usual.

I attempt to take my notebook, pencil, and three hundred-whatever page textbook out. Keyword, attempt. The hardcover book somehow slips from my grasp, thudding on the floor. The chatter between students stop and I receive the amazing gift of even more stares. As if I don't get enough already.

I reach over to grab the textbook, but instead my hand is placed upon another's. I look up and quickly retract my hand.

"I think you might've dropped this." The same dirty blonde from the hallway chuckles. His name is Ashton. Ashton Parker. Although we're both "well known" around school, I've never talked to him before now.

"Um, th-thanks." Is all I manage to stutter out before the teacher walks in.

"Mr. Parker, I understand that you're an athlete but please keep your balls in your pants." Mr. Davidson calls out towards us, the class losing their shit.

I hold back my laugh and turn back to Ashton. Low and behold, my face was now on his "area". Let me repeat that for you if you didn't get it. My face, his dick, well his jeans on top of course. Luckily, no one else saw besides Kennedy, who I know will never let this die down.

Ashton steps back and heads to his seat, being right in front of me. Great, two embarrassments in less than ten minutes. A new world record.

"Continuing on, I have decided to move around a couple of seats. Please stand up, move to the back, and if your name is called, proceed to your new seat." Mr. Davidson states. "Kasey, Jennifer, and Scott."

A couple of boys pat Scott on his back and comment, "Atta'boy, Scott!" This routine goes on for about twelve more minutes until my name is finally called at the last table.

"Kyrah, Kennedy, and what does that say?" The teacher squints towards the seating chart paper. "Ah, yes... and Ashton."

"A hoe and a player. How nice." Jennifer remarks. Before taking my seat, I pass the girl and "accidentally" push her supplies off the table. "Bitch." I hear her mutter, picking up her things.