Screw Love

Chapter One: Locker Room

Nicole walked up onto the steps of Westview High School, clicking her heel Ugg boots and unzipping her Hollister hoodie. It was her first day of school and while she was a senior, this was her first year at Westview. Her mother decided to move to Seattle from Chicago because of the crime that was occuring, or so she said. It was just a little after the beginning of summer and Nicole wasn't all for the idea of moving to another city so far away. "I mean, I get maybe Ohio or something, but seriously, Mom? Why Seattle? The place where it rains ALL THE TIME?" she used to say to herself. By now, at the start of fall, she had gotten used to it but she never really been around the city as m uch as she would like to.

She brushed her long brown hair in the girls' restroom before going to her first class, Personal Fitness (aka Gym Class). Unfortunately for her, since her mother forgot to bring her to orientation last week, Nicole wasn't able to find the alumni area until someone told her that it was in a seperate building right by the school. She rushed outside the front doors and ran all the way to the alumni area.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she mumbled. Just then, she could hear the last bell ring and the doors closed as she reached them. Angrily, she pounded her fist on them yelling out "Open the door!!!". For about five minutes, no one answered until a girl came up and snickered before opening it.

"Wow, late to your first class on the first day?" the girl sneered.

Nicole rushed past her.

"Shut the fuck up!" she shouted. The girl was a bit shocked, but Nicole didn't care.

She walked up to a portly, middle-aged man with sweatpants sitting at a table in the corner by the boys' locker room. He was fifty-something and he glared at Nicole, obviously noticing that she was late.

"Name?" he said.

"Nicole. Nicole Wild."

He scribbled something on the attendance sheet.

"Go sit down over there in the bleachers. You'll get your locker numbers soon and don't be late to class again, it's a little sad that it's the first day and first period," he warned her. She turned, rolled her eyes and walked to the bleachers. She sighed and sat in between two blonde girls. Since it was the first day, she didn't talk to anyone or even really looked at them. The gym teacher, Mr. Mollow, gave the class a syllabus to give to their parents about everything they would do for the semester and maybe the whole year for some of them. He went over the class procedures in ten minutes, quicker than Nicole had thought it would be. Some people were half-awake, one boy with glasses was sleeping in his lap but apparently Mr. Mollow hadn't noticed it.

"OKAY!! Time to get your locker combinations and get dressed!"

Nicole was the last of the girls to get her locker combination and her number. She hadn't dealt with combinations for a while so for a little bit, she forgot how unlock it.

"Left, right, left," she muttered as she unlocked it, changed her clothes to a tee shirt, shorts and Converse shoes.

Walking out the door, she was startled by a loud slam against the wall right beside her. She jumped and realized that a basketball had been thrown, almost hitting her.

"What the fuck?" She cursed.

In front of her was a well-built guy that looked about her age and wasn't that much taller than her. Maybe about five foot ten of five foot eleven. When he saw her, he snickered.
"Damn, watch out!" She scolded at him

He chuckled some more, grabbing the ball and dribbling it. Then, he made a shrugging gesture which in her mind was his way of apologizing. She walked away and pushed him.