The stall next to me began to be filled with noises. Moans and whispers, then kisses contacting skin. I felt puke begin to rise in my throat. Before I puked up my guts I ran out if the stall and back into the empty hallway. The bell was about to ring, so I ran to my locker. To get to my locker I had to walk through the lunchroom; when I walked through the double doors every one stopped and stared at me, and I stared back. The looks in their faces varied from sympathetic to nonchalant.
Then this sweet-looking blonde with huge green eyes slowly walked up to me. She laced her arm with mine and we continued in the direction in which I was going.
"Um, excuse me if I'm being rude but do I know you???" I said halfway to my locker.
"No, but I know you... 'The brunette bombshell takes a hard hit for the team.' You are the new madame popular!!"
"Oh, that. Why is everyone still caught up on that. I threw the winning touchdown, no big deal. And Madame popular? No thanks, I'd rather be hit by a bus."
The blonde began to laugh hysterically. "Hi I'm Jennifer Collin, steriotypical school nerd, without the typical part. I love music and singing and dancing and making people laugh."
"Hey Jennifer I'm Krystal."
"Do you wanna come over my house tonight? I know we just met and everything but it would be cool if you came over.. "
"Maybe you could come over my house. I mean I have to watch my sister and my parents dont get home till later so, yeah!"
"OK cool what times good for you?"
"Maybe 6-ish?" It sounded more like a question than a statement.
She nodded her head frantically before spinning in her heels and rushing down the hall. As I turned to face my locker I caught a glimpse of another new kid. He was tall, had hazel eyes, jet black hair, and a peeping tattoo.
He was talking to the principle one second and the next he was standing in front of me. He overhsadowed me and my small figure. At this time I got a better look at him. His eyes were that beautiful hazel that secretly every girl falls for, his lips are full and pink, his jawbone is squared and shaped, you could see his muscles on his arms and boy were they prominent, his black hair was in a perfect poof. I will admit I am checking him out, but this boys a looker. I was woken from my trance after his fingers were being snapped in my face.
"EXCUSE ME EARTH TO THICKUMS,,"
I looked around in search for this 'thickums' character but no one else was in the hallway. So I pointed at my chest.
"Me?" I said sheepishly.
"Well your the only other person in the hallway, mammie."
My cheeks began to flame. "Uh, hi I'm Krystal."
"Sexy name for a sexy woman. My names Jay."
"Are you mixed with anything? Like Mexican or Puerto Rican?"
"Sí y me gusta la chica grande."
"Oh, Gracias."
"Anytime mammie."
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" Masons voice boomed behind me.
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OK sorry for the long wait, I've been skittle swamped and my work was falling behind in a couple classes, and I kinda had a bit of writers block. Soo here it is!! I like Jay BTW. He's pretty cool. And madame popular.?
