Moon Girl

Three - Bye Krystal

The school halls were packed with people. The cheerleaders wore their outfits and the football team wore their jerseys. Krystal avoid the crowds like the plague.
"Heads up!" A football flew down the hall, over a large sea of people.
"Mr. Riley, what have I said about balls in the halls?" Mrs. Tallen tapped her foot. Krystal bit her lower lip to hold back a smile. Mrs. Tallen took absolutely no ones shit, not even the football team captain Shawn Riley. She respected that.
"Sorry Mrs. T" Shawn muttered.

She should just take the ball and leave him to sulk in his own misery. It's not that I don't like Shawn Riley, he's nice enough, bit too much energy for my liking. And he goofs off too much. Other than that I guess he's already, but I'm mean. They are all going to be trouble today. Please make it worse for them Mrs. Tallen!

"You know what. Shawn, get me that ball."
"What? Why?" He stammered.

Oh shut up! She is not!

"I'm confiscating it." She said sternly. Shawns jaw dropped and his face ignited in pink.

Haha! That is amazing! Dream come true! I think I'm too giddy about a guy losing his balls. Haha! Nope, still funny.

Shawn slinked to retrieve the ball and slinked back. He was hesitant to give it to her, but he knew better.

At least I have this memory to cling on to in the assembly.

Blake, Ted and their friend group walked together, laughing and joking. The gymnasium was slowly filling with the school. Groups and groups of students filled the bleachers.

Krystal tried to hide out in the bathroom to avoid the assembly but one of the teachers found her. They were aware of her MIA tendencies when it came to school functions as such. She trudged up most of the benches to the top. Up at the top was mostly empty space. Students liked to be close to the action, Krystal just wanted to avoid other students.

I hate assembles. What more do these people want? I come to school, don't I? I hate all of these people, what makes them think I want to be squished on bleachers with them?

God, I love assembles. They support camaraderie and sportsmanship, pride in our school! How can someone not like these?

Krystal sat alone on the top bleacher. Blake and his friends sat a few feet from her. His friends joked and bubbled with laughter. Krystal glared at them in annoyance. Blake looked around to see who was watching. Their eyes met.

Aren't women supposed to be the beautiful ones? I mean look at his eyes! They are like liquid gold encased by thick, long, dark lashes. It should be a sin to be that attractive! I haven't even gotten to his lips or chin. Ugh. Blake Hardy is too good looking for his own good.

Her eyes were so pastel, they looked like glass. Her lips and cheeks matched perfect.

And his hair, it's shiny and dark. I have an overwhelming urge to touch it. I need to know if it feels as soft as it looks.

Krystal turned away.

That's probably why they are barley tolerable creatures....men. Especially at this age, obnoxious and self centered. I guess you take it or leave it. I'll leave it.

Why did she turn away? I think a better question for myself is, why was I so encapsulated by this girl? Maybe it was the scar around her left eye. It wasn't the scar itself, it was the fact that no one ever knew the story. It was all rumors.

Ted clapped Blake on the back, taking his attention away from Krystal.
"Bro, you have a staring problem." He joked. Blake cheeks flared a soft pink.
"I do not." He snapped back. His friend chuckled.
"I mean, I know she has a scar, but even I don't stare."
"I don't stare!" Blake half snapped at his friend. It was more out of embarrassment than annoyance.
"Right, whatever helps you sleep at night. Let's watch something more interesting." Ted guides Blake's attention to the group of very pretty and very bendy cheerleaders. "That, I could watch all day." Blake rolled his eyes.