"Emily, we've been outcasts since fucking kindergarten, this is our last year and I refuse to graduate as the biggest nerd at school." She scrunches her nose up in disgust just by the thought of it.
I laugh humorlessly, "And you think changin...
"They're all staring..." I murmured as I walked behind Ashley. God, I looked so stupid in my plain white t-shirt and worn out jeans compared to her very fashionable outfit.
"Good." She chuckled as a boy winked at her.
I watched people's facial expressions and to say that they were surprised would be an understatement. Almost every girl looked at Ashley in envy, as they started to adjust their own outfits, pulling down their shirts to reveal more cleavage and all. Some students had wide eyes, others had their jaws on the floor, and I swear I could see a boy drooling.
I stopped in my tracks when I clashed face first with her back. I wondered why she stopped walking but when I lifted my head and heard her giggle, I got my answer.
She was talking to a guy that I recognized all too well, Peter, literally the biggest douche bag at school. His eyes were focused on her breasts as he licked his lips hungrily. But I knew my best friend, she wasn't stupid, and I thanked the Lord when she pushed him aside, rejecting him.
The bell finally rang and Ashley turned around to give me a hug, we wouldn't see each other until lunch. "I feel like this is going to be a great year." And I nodded my head, then she left to class.
Yeah, right. The weird feeling never leaving the pit of my stomach. I had history first period, which is usually my favorite subject, but I wasn't in the best mood. And so I dragged my feet towards the classroom.
When I got there, it was relatively still empty, and I chose to sit near the front of the class, the seat on my right not taken by anybody yet.
I settled in and placed my notebook in front of me on the desk. From the corner of my eye, I could see two guys fighting over a seat. It was the empty seat on my right. I heard one of them say something along the lines of "I'm sitting next to her!"
I was confused, usually people never wanted to sit next to me, and plus, the classroom was still half empty.
Finally one of the guys plops down next to me, breathless from all the fighting, making the other scoff and sit at the back. He then looks at me and give me a wide smile, in return, I gave him a weird look.
"I heard you're friends with Ashley Rosevelt. Is that right?" He asked as he leaned from his seat towards me. I nodded hesitantly, clueless about where this was going. Then he proceeded to say, "Here's my number, tell her to text me, you're so sweet, thanks for helping me!"
He pushed the piece of paper towards me and gave me one of the fakest smiles ever, not giving me a chance to question it or tell him that I wouldn't do it. He ignored me for the rest of the period.
That was Alex from history.
He wasn't the only one. There were many more.
Chris and Charles from chemistry.
Harry, Eric and Charlie from science.
David and Will from physics.
Even Sarah from english.
By the time lunch came around, I had more people talk to me about Ashley in one day, than people actually wanting to start a conversation with me in my whole seventeen years on this earth. I searched the cafeteria and marched towards Ashley who was sitting at our usual table.
"Oh my god Emily!" She squeaked. "I got so many numbers from people I don't even know today, this is amazing!" When she saw all the papers in my hand, she exclaimed once again, "You did too?! We're getting so-"
"Actually, these are for you." I cut her off, sighing.
"Oh."
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We returned home after school. Ashley stayed at my house more than she did at her own. I had a full drawer of her stuff at mine.
"So, you'll pick me up tomorrow as well, right?" I asked, almost sure of my statement, as I munched on some barbecue chips.
"Well, Miles is coming to pick me up from mine."
"Miles? As in Miles Paterson aka best football player on our team?!" I screeched in disbelief and she nods. "But I don't have a ride." I said partly because it was true and partly trying to persuade her to drop the idea of Miles. The guy was a complete jerk.
"C'mon, please do this for my sake. He has been nothing but sweet to me and I think this can be something serious. I could finally get myself a boyfriend Emily! I've been fantasizing about this since eighth grade, you know that. You'll surely find a way to go to school. Plus, it's only for a day." She stated not even thinking of what she was saying. Barely even looking at me.
I kept my mouth shut trying not to cause a fight. But seriously? 'Do this for me.' I mentally scoffed annoyed. Why don't you do this for me? A simple ride is all I'm asking for. I shrugged it off, in spite of my objections.
But I didn't know is that I would end up walking two miles every morning for the next two weeks.
