The Ugly Bet

Chapter 1 - Helpless Encounter Part 1

Chapter 1 - Helpless Encounter Part 1 - The Damsel in Distress

Lyz

I probably would be regretting if I kept on insisting on having just one locker. I actually have three lockers and I'm pretty sure that I'm the only one who is aware of that. I have a pair of clothes and converse shoes stocked in one of them for "cases" like this.

"Cases" like this when they dont just get contented with throwing insulting words towards me but practically messing up with me. As in they really mess me up with, usually by having their food and drinks spilled on my clothes, or bump into me anywhere and anytime and so hard sending me down to the floor. Before, they rarely do that "messing up" thing but lately, I've noticed that they've made it a habit they never failed to do at least once a week. It is not even too much to say this has already become a vice for them.

I went to the restroom to change. Another irony of my life - my locker is just located at the very room which is actually owned by that bunch of bitchy cheerleaders and dumb jocks and some of the school's popular athletes. There are separate shower rooms and restrooms for boys and girls which is not present in the other locker rooms. Sure, they always get the special treament. And surely, Ashley has somehing to do with this room especially for the "popular crowd". I just wonder why I have to be here and share room with those idiots so to avoid them, I usually go here earlier or a little late so that I'll be alone and nobody from them will have the chance to bother me here.

I used baby wipes to remove the sticky juice on my skin before changing to another tank top and baggy sweatshirt. I wanted to change my pants too because they were a little wet but I know it will dry soon enough when the class starts. I gather my "dirty" clothes and put it back to one of my lockers. I only have ten minutes for my lunch and too bad, only peanut butter sandwiches are available in the cafeteria when I went back. Peanut butter is not bad, it is just not good for me but I guess my day couldnt get any worse so I took it along with my usual milkshake. I sat on my spot, the cornermost part of the cafeteria actually near the trash bin, and ate. I could sense someone's staring so I looked back and met Ashley's eyes... eyes that are filled with guilt and screams apology. I stared back at her with my usual poker face. My reaction made her blue eyes more miserable and maybe a lot more if somebody did not distract her causing us to lose eye contact. I looked back down on my sandwich and tried to stuff it all in my mouth so I  wont be late on the next class. As soon as I'm finished I drained my milkshake to the last drop and put my trash on the bin just a few steps away from my table before heading to my freaking History class with my effing talk-to-the-book prof, Mr."Baldhead" Nelsons.

Dustin

"Hey, what's the matter?" Since Ashley is just sitting next to me, I just leaned a little to her and kinda whispered that to her ears. She was startled by that, and I tried not to smirk when she blushed and looked at me. "You know what? You look sorry and worried and guilty. Dont be..She's just nobody but a nerd who keeps on blocking our way. Why so worried?"

She shook her head a bit, trying not to look at the table on the corner almost near the trashbins. "No, I'm just.... I'm just not in the mood."

"If we werent friends since gradeschool, I would think you were long lost sisters", I joked and got confused when her blush turned to flush. She looked pale and shocked with what I said. I chuckled and held her chin up to steady her face, my fingers playing on her chin and jaw a little." Sweetie, dont worry yourself. She's just a freaky nerd, okay?" I saw her swallow hard and tried to nod. The bell rang so we hurried up to our lockers and headed to our own classes.

Yeah. Great. History. As usual, I sat in the middle with my friends Keith and Sean. They were actually the jokers in our crowd. I just thank God that they're my classmates here. I dont hate World History but I hate this freaking boring history teacher infront of us who would read like an old stupid moron yet expect that his class would understand everything which he actually just muttered.