"Ouch!" a deep voice called out. I recognized it to be Brandon from my algebra class. Brandon was a jock/bad ass of the school but we'd never really talked, i knew his player reputation, so i usually avoided him completely. He had jet black hair that fell down slightly over his brown eyes, and was muscular in every area possible which you could see very well through his navy wife beaters.
His back was up against the wall and i noticed the faint throb of an oncoming bruise in my abdomen as i realized i was plastered on the wall beside him.
"Are you alright? Sorry, that guy was going fast and i guess he pushed us and ..." The words flooded from my mouth.
He looked me up and down then hesitated, raising his dark eyebrow. "Its cool. You okay?" he says slowly.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I looked at the floor. He jerked his head aside in a failed attempt to swipe away his hair from his face.
"Whats your name?" he asked me.
"Aphrodite."
i mentally cringed, preparing myself for his reaction.
"For real? That's tight! I've never heard that one before..." he studied me curiously, and his eyes seemed to shine a little brighter.
"So are you new here?" There it was, the disappointment i'd been waiting for. "No, I've been here a few years..."
There was an embarrassed silence from him.
"Yo! Brandon! Get your ass over here!" a big guy named Ross with creepy tatoos called him over, surrounded by attractive girls in not-so- attractive v necks.
"I guess I'll see you around or somethin'" he ruffled his hair and gave me a small smile before trotting off, back to the weirdo's.
I rolled my eyes at my lack of popularity, I really couldn't care less. I had more important things to worry about besides what I was doing after school. I dialed my lock and picked out my supplies for first, second, and third period. Band, geography, then algebra.
I took my time down the hall to the band room, catching snippets of each groups conversations/gossip, relishing in the fact I wasn't a part of any of it.
