Just Friends, I Swear!

2.

It's the first day of high school. My boyfriend is a junior, so I'm thankful he says that he will show me around to my classes and walk me to them everyday. Being a freshman and asking around is not something that I feel like doing. I don't want to seem pathetic.

The first day is the day I've been dreading. New teachers, new classes, new locker combinations, new clothes, okay, okay. You get the point. New things bother me. I love familiarity.

The bell rings, signaling we have to go to the gym for an assembly. Truly, since it's my first day, I want to go. But Brandon had other ideas.

"Babe, come on. We will ditch the assembly, and go to the softball dug outs for that time. We haven't had sex in like days. Please." Brandon pleaded.

"No. It's my first day and I don't want to miss anything. What if they say information that I find valuable?"

"They say the same thing every single year. I'll fill you in, can we please go to the dug outs now?"

I know what you're thinking. 'He's only using you for sex.' And any day I would tell you that you are in fact, wrong. We had been together for 1 year and 2 months during the time school started. And a month before is when we finally decided that I was ready for sex. He had been ready since the first month.

Anyways, back to the story. I finally gave up in talking to Brandon and just decided to walk to the gym where the assembly was held at. Behind me was a 17 year old boy, walking slowly and upset. Brandon didn't want to talk to me. He was mad.

We found a spot up in the bleachers and he loosely held my hand. We sat through the assembly in silence between each other.

"First day and he's already starting a fight." I thought to myself.

Once the assembly ended, Brandon walked me to my class and kissed me goodbye. He was off to wherever his class was. I think he said it was across campus.

My eyes scanned the room. Empty desks everywhere. "I guess I'm the first one here."

I noticed a seating chart on the white board. I found my spot and sat down. Then, the rest of my English 1 classmates came in. Tall, short, fat, skinny, dark, pale. All different kinds of people. I was surprised how many people I DIDN'T know.

Role call began. Name after name. I was just waiting for my name to be spoken so horribly incorrect. I looked around my area. Seeing if I knew anyone so I had someone to talk to. I was always the one to talk to just about everyone.

"Brittany Mule-er?"

"It's Muerle. It sounds like Girl, but with an M."

I truly hated when people said my name wrong. It isn't that hard to be quite honest.

"Here!" His voice rang so perfectly. I turned in his direction to see who said that word. It was some kid I had seen around last year. Dang, I wish I had paid attention to the role call. He was so cute. What? What am I thinking? I have a BOYFRIEND.

The class went on. Boring as I thought. Syllabi were handed out and the bell rang. Class went by fairly quick.

I went to each of my classes with Brandon taking the lead. I felt weird. I knew people were watching us. Secretly judging us. Age truly shouldn't matter. I am in love with Brandon,  and that's all that matters. I truly feel like he's the one.

Lunch rolled around and Brandon and I ventured off to go find somewhere to go. We decided to sit by a tree out in front of the school.

"That's kind of revealing don't you think?" Brandon plainly stated.

"No. Not at all."

"I don't know. Too much cleavage is showing. You seem to be wanting everyone's attention."

I was wearing sweats, a blank the shirt, and a zip up sweater that matched my sweats. And yes, as my first day of school outfit. I brushed off what he had said. He didn't like guys checking me out, so I had bought all new clothing over the summer to help Brandon not get so jealous.

The lunch bell rang. Signaling that it was time for my 5th period. I walked with Brandon to my class, kissed him goodbye, and walked in the class. I was taking Holocaust, and right off the bat, we had a seating chart. I sat next to some people I've never met before, or just saw around school. One of the kids was Cody. His head was shaved to have  mohawk. But there was something different about his mohawk. It stood less than around inch off his head, like a buzz cut. But the strip of hair was lime green.

"Hey Brittany!" he beamed.

"Hi Cody."

More syllabi and lectures. Finally, the bell rang. 6th period, here I come. This class was marked as my physical education class. I walked to the gym and sat down next to some familiar faces. My friends and I chatted for a little while and the teacher assigned "role call spots." I guess it just makes it easier for her to take attendance so we can change out sooner. She put us in our spots and I look around.

I see a boy from my 5th period sitting next to me. His name is Jimmy. He smiled at Mr and I smiled back. I looked directly in front of me, and there was that boy again. The one from my 1st period class. Yet again, I didn't catch his name.

We are told to go to the gym for out outfits.  I noticed Cody and Jimmy talking to the boy. He looks Hispanic like me, brown black hair, brown eyes, and on the shorter side. He notices me looking at him, and he smiles. I act like I wasn't looking at him, and his face falls. Why did you do that? Now you seem rude.

I get my outfit and we all go change out. As I leave the locker room, I see Jimmy in the gym.

"Jimmy."

"Hey Brittany."

"I noticed you talking to that Mexican kid. What's his name?"

"Him?" He turns and looks towards the boy. "His name is Brad." Jimmy smiles and walks off.

Brad. Cute name.