To Stay in Love

What a World

Beep beep.

"Willow sweetie, wake up!"

I groaned and reluctantly dragged my body out of my warm covers. Just another completely boring day of school. After I washed up, I slipped on a comfy navy twilight shirt and pulled own some faded blue mom jeans. I tied my light brown hair into a messy bun and put it in place with my favorite Montblanc George Gershwin pen. Shoving spiral notebooks and binders into my gray casual backpack, I grabbed an apple mango hazelnut smoothie and headed out the door.

"Bye honey. Have a great day at shool." called Mom.

I waved my arm over my head in response. The thing is, my mom actually thinks I enjoy school. She thinks I'm ons of those cool model students with fake big smiles that prance around the hallways as if highschool is some kind of bright musical with tacky music. I walked into the garage and hopped into my Chevrolet Corvair and revved the engine. The comfortable old leathery seat smell filled the car. Fifteen minutes later, in the distance, a huge red brick building loomrd in front of me. Welcome to Coral Coast High. The most typical high school in Pennsylvania. I got out of the car with a sigh and took a big swig of my juice. Kids streamed through the hallways as I slowly trudged towards my locker. Scrawled on it with bright cherry lip gloss were the words "TUBE GIRL." Just another uneventful Monday in the life of a social outcast. And you would have thought that high schoolers would have a better imagination than a bunch of preschoolers. But i guess not, surprise! I calmly took out a Kleenex from the front pocket of my backpack and started erasing the artificially scented cherry gloss off the cold metal. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as their whispers echoed through the hall. Then suddenly, like a life saver, the warning bell rang. I quickly grabbed my textbooks from my locker and hurried into AP. I had two minutes to spare. I flipped to a page in my notebook and started scribbling absentmindly.

"Need more paint from Otters."

And there was something else I had to remember, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I shook my head, my head started to hurt a little. After three more classes, the bell rang for lunch.  The rules for lunch were simple, either you have a table or you don't. The tables were mainoy divided into six groups; the jocks, the plastics, the geeks, the emos, the kooks, and the band. I stood in the lunch line amd got myself a taco salad and a juice box, and sat at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. I took out a book from my backpack; "And then there were None,"one of my favorite books. The pages were a light yellow and smelled of use. I stuffed some limp lettuce in my mouth and started chewing. After a while, I put my book down and scanned the lunchroom. My eyes locked with a pair of familiar beautiful brown eyes.. it was Blake. I almost choked on my crouton. Blake smiled at me ans waved. Becca, the queen of the plastics, gave me dagger eyes from across the room. The message was clear: BLAKE IS MINE. I snatched my book up and pretended my attention was elseware.

"Blake goes to Coral Coast?" I stammered.

Great. All I needed was more drama in my life. I peeked at Blake again over the top of my book. His face was still annoyingly nicely tanned and chisel. And it didn't help the fact that he looked stunning in his Coral Coast blue and gold uniform. Just then, my unfortunate self managed to make eye contact with Blake again. I turned around the other way pointedly. Good. There was only fifteen minutes left till lunch was over. Suddenly, the cafeteria became weirdly quiet. What was it this time? A scraping of a chair rang in the silence. The sound of footsteps came closer until I was face to face with Blake.