Actual Me

Chapter Two

I get to the locker room and change, putting my clothes in my locker, and shut the door.

I walk into the gym and sit down, letting out a sigh of relief. I look around and see her, the girl that was laughing at me. Ugh.

She says in an antagonizing tone, "Hey Scar," As if she knew exactly who I was.

I look at her and say shyly, "Hi" with a slight wave. Why did I just do that I should have flicked her off...why can't I stand up for myself?

As our names get called out for roll, I daze off about what I would be doing in L.A. right now.

How I would be sitting alone in-class reading or drawing and not giving a shit about what people thought of me, but here... my thoughts were interrupted by my name being called out, "Scarlett Hughes?" the coach says. I stand up quickly and say in almost a low whisper, "Here".

The coach then says sternly as if she knew all about the next girl, "Rebecca Miller." the girl that laughed at me stands up and says here.

She made sure that her shorts were hiked up so everyone including the guys on the other side could see her ass.

Someone called out from the other side of the room, "NICE ASS BECCA!!"

She clearly was pleased that she was getting male attention...again.

She proceeds to say to the coach in a bitchy voice, "It's Becca," I already hate her.

As class began I couldn't help but notice that she was flirting with every guy in there and didn't care if they touched her ass or breast or her long shiny black hair, as long as she was getting attention.

I honestly felt bad for her... surprisingly.

Wait she has a boyfriend... Jax was her boyfriend, right?

Once PE was over I went to my next class and didn't know anyone. The day flew by and I was halfway done.

I went to my fourth period and I see Jax sitting alone, I sit at his table across from him, while he was drawing. That's probably what I would be doing right now if I wouldn't have moved.

I wanted to tell him that his girlfriend... I think, was flirting with everyone, but I felt like that would be awkward and make it seem like I was a snitch, so I didn't say anything.

He looked at me and said in an arrogant tone, "You just can't get enough of me,".

He clearly has a big ego, so I spit, "At least my boyfriend doesn't flirt with every single girl in my grade!!"

He looked surprised and said with a cocky smirk, "You have a boyfriend?"

"That's not the point, I'm saying Becca or whatever her name is, was flirting with everyone in PE!" I avoid his other two comments.

He was clearly shocked by my tone and says with a grin, "I don't think I'm following, Becky and I are just friends, that do things together that most friends don't,"

"Oh," is all I can manage to say, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"So basically moral of this conversation is that I'm single."
He winks at me, and for some odd reason, I blush. Why the hell did I just blush it's not like I'm into him or anything... right?

The class is over and I have a free period which means it is time for me to get lunch so I head to the cafeteria, which I saw at the entrance of the school when I was looking around.

I go in and sit alone at the end of the middle table and begin to draw in my sketchbook.

I am drawing a waterfall coming out of a boy's mind and writing all of the things he is thinking.