I officially hate my life. For starters, I am sixteen and I live in Louisiana. Now that is not as bad as the fact that I live in New Orleans, the most populated city in Louisiana, and I do not have a driver’s license or a boyfriend. That is right; when I want to go somewhere and my friends are not available, I have to be driven around by mom, have to love it. I am a junior at Lincoln Magnet High School and I take all AP classes, yeah I stay in my books, which is an off limits zone to all the attractive guys. I never would have thought that being smart would be a bigger turn off than body odor. I have three friends, Aria, Bailie, and Oliver. All of who are considered turn offs, except for Aria, the captain of the cheerleading team. Nobody understands why she hangs with us; it must be a self-pity thing.
The smell of cheap greasy food reached my nose before I even stepped out of second period. I pushed through the overly crowded hallways to my locker. When I finally reached my locker, I saw that Jeremiah Green was waiting for me. I cautiously approached him and his massive cloud of Ralph Lauren cologne. “Jeremiah, can I help you? You do know that this locker and not Imogene’s, right?” Imogene was his on again, off again girlfriend of three years now. He laughed as he leaned against the locker next to mine allowing me the adequate space to put in my locker combination. “Cindy, right?” he asked coyly. “Actually, the last time I checked my birth certificate it said ‘Celeste’,” I retorted snappishly. If he caught the vibes I was ever so desperately trying to put out, he did not show it. “Right, anyway, I am going to just hit you with the headline, me being the MVP of the football team I have to prioritize certain things. As you know, last night we had a football game, which I won, so I did not have time to do homework. So I was wondering if I could borrow yours sixth period,” he spoke in a voice that melted the hearts of so many girls. “No,” I said as I slammed my locker closed. “Did you just tell me, Jeremiah Green, no Nerd Girl?” he sneered. “And for a second I actually thought you liked me. Yes, I said no Jeremiah; you see to be in Honors English you actually have to do the work. I mean what are you going to do for midterms, finals?” I yelled. Great, I sounded just like my mother. “You know what Nerd Girl, I do not need you. I will just copy someone else’s.” I looked him up and down, “You are so pathetic, have fun failing, again,” I laughed as I walked to lunch.
When I reached the cafeteria, the smell of chicken and French fries hit my nose. My table was occupied with the usual people, Oliver, Bailie, and Aria. They were arguing about something. “All I am saying is that I do not think that Celeste would be up for it Aria,” Oliver interjected. “Would not be up for what?” I inquired as I sat next to Aria. Aria placed her perfectly manicured hands on my shoulders, “Going to the club with me Oliver and me. I mean come on we all know that under those clothes from last year, and when you get away from all of your books you are a total babe. So please, please, with a juicy red cherry on top. It will be loads of fun.” “I would if I could, but I cannot so I shall not,” I mumbled as I inspected the inside of my lunch bag. “And why can you not come?” Aria asked while arching one of her perfect tadpoles of an eyebrow. “Well one reason is, as you ever so kindly pointed out, I have nothing to wear, and I cannot dance,” I babbled on listless reasons as they stared at me blankly. “Flimsy excuse love, go have fun for once in your life,” Bailie said while tossing her hair into a messy bun. “Okay, I will go, but Aria, I am getting ready at your house so yeah, I'm borrowing your clothes, and I better not regret this,” I mumbled the last part under my breath. Aria squealed with excitement, “You owe me five bucks Oliver, I told you she would come. Okay, so Celeste you are going to look so hot tonight it is not even going to be funny, you want to know why, because you are wearing those contacts I gave you for your birthday that is why.” I looked at her with disbelief, “I am not even close to comprehending what you are saying right now, you know I hate colored contacts, and guess what, the contacts you gave me are hazel, and I still do not know how you got the right prescription for those.” “I have my ways,” she said mischievously, then adding, “I asked your mom.” I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling of course my mother told her, “Still, those contacts are hazel, what do I look like with hazel eyes?” I debated. “Like an angel, a very sexy angel,” Oliver said with a hint of lust in his eyes. “Oh my gosh, shut up you moron! I swear you are such a pig,” Aria exclaimed as she playfully slapped Oliver upside the head. From a distance it looked like Oliver and Aria were dating, which put Oliver number one on the hate list of most of the jocks. One time a freshman asked if they were dating, Oliver grabbed Aria’s hand and said, “Underclassmen are so late, yes we are dating. I mean how are you just now figuring this out we have been going out for the longest.” Aria was laughing too hard and the freshmen assumed that Aria was laughing at her. The freshmen went and told anyone who would listen what she heard. The rumor was spreading like a wildfire around the freshmen class until Aria’s then boyfriend, Drew, set the record straight.
Aria is what you would think a cheerleader would look like. She had long blonde hair that reached to the small of her back. She is short, but not like midget territory short, she barely reached five feet five inches, she was constantly in heels that put her at exactly five feet eight inches. Oliver, on the other hand, is what a football player looks like; he is five feet ten inches and has medium length hair that he keeps in dreads. Oliver and Aria have the same eye color, blue. You are probably wondering how an African American dude has blue eyes right? Well, down here in Louisiana almost everyone is Creole, mixed, including Oliver, Bailie, and I. As I said, he could be a football player-if he wanted to, but he prefers not play on any teams. Oliver and Aria would be the perfect couple, if it were not for the fact that they absolutely cannot stand each other half of the time. Their friendship is so bipolar; it is hard to keep up with them. Bailie is the same height as me, five feet eight inches. Other than our height, skin tone, and popularity status, Bailie and I are polar opposites. She plays hockey, while I sit in the bleachers. She has dark brown hair that she keeps in layers, while I have red hair that has a mind of its own. Bailie has the clearest face ever, while I have to deal with freckles all over my face and nose.
“Great, then it is settled. Have fun, and do not do anything I would not do,” Bailie said with a wink as she got up to dump her tray. “Tonight is going to be amazing. No, it is going to be magical, I can feel it, the stars are aligning in your favor Celeste. Something unbelievable is going to happen to you this weekend,” she sang with her cheerleading smile on her face. “I seriously hope so,” I muttered and went to class.
