Tied for Second

Chapter 7 - Well, that happened

I didn't talk about that night. All my friends knew was that I hung out with a different group at the dance, which wasn't unlike me. I stayed off social media, still unsure of whether or not Trevor knew it was me. I was petrified of going to school on Monday.

What if Trevor told everyone that we kissed? What if Erica comes after me with knives because of it? What if Logan tells Trevor about everything we did? What if what if what if?

Monday came sooner than I would have liked and everything sent my stomach into turmoil trying to cope with the stress. Driving to school I was jittery and once I got into the parking lot I sat inside my car for a minute trying to calm down. I rested my head on the steering wheel trying to calm my thoughts. 

Trevor is not Logan. Trevor is not Logan. You will not get hurt. You. Will. Not. Get. Hurt.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of my car. I walked into school, still half waiting for someone to confront me when I realized that no one even cares.

No one gives a damn about how I spent my weekend or what I did at the dance or who I hung out with  because this is highschool and everyone has their own worries to freak over. I held my head up confidently and walked down the hall way carefree and ran smack into my problems.

Quite literally.

I ran straight into Trevor.

"Oh, sorry." I stammered, backing away from him. Trevor had taken the worst of the impact, dropping his football pads and waterbottle. He bent over to pick them up but when I spoke he turned his head.

Trevor looked up at me, his eyebrows knitted in confusion, "Sierra?"

I kept walking. I didn't say hello to my friends as I past them. Joy called my name as I brushed her shoulder but I just glanced back at them. I elbowed the stoners away from my locker and fumbled with the lock. When I finally unlocked it I shoved my books in so hard, they all fell out again.

"Dammit." I bent over and scooped them up.

"Sierra?"

I stood up so quickly I hit my head on the door of my locker.

"Ah, shit." I rubbed my head, "What?" I turned towards the voice

Cole looked at me warrily, "You okay? You seem... frazzled."

"I-I'm fine. Just a bit preoccupied." I busied myself with the contents of my locker, not meeting her eyes. 

"Are you feeling okay?" Joy appeared at her elbow, sharing a concerned face.

I turned to face then. "I'm fine guys. Promise. I've just been as little stir crazy and now everything seems so ... claustrophobic, that's all."

They bought my lie and moved back to the group. I took a deep breath and continued shoving crap to the back of my locker. I pulled out my Spanish 3 and Chemistry books and slammed my locker shut. I groaned and pressed my back against the locker. 

What if he recognized me? 

Let's just hope I hit him hard enough to daze him so he doesn't realize anything. 

I joined my friends, smiling like everything was all right when I could actually feel the knots in my stomach and the sweat on my palms. It's only 7:30. I can make it until  2. No problem.

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Problem.

Big, big, big, big, problem. 

I got to Chemistry and sat down at my table with Joy and chattered about the big football game coming up. This is the first year our team might actually make it to the playoffs and the qualifier game is in two weeks. Everyone owes the success to Trevor but he brushes it off with humility time and time again. He can't really be that nonchalant about himself or he'd be Jesus Christ himself. Nope, take that back, even Jesus was pretty good at talking about how great he was.