Green // H.S

Chapter 2

After a small drive to my high school, we arrive.

There are tons of people here for the same reason I am. I'm supposed to meet up with Avery, Sam, and Sarah. My best friends.

All four of us grew up together in a suburb outside the city. Going to the same schools and experiencing the same things. We were inseparable.

We park and I suddenly hear my stepmom un-click her seatbelt. Crap. I forgot to tell her i'm meeting up with the girls and getting a ride home from Avery. I felt so bad and the awkwardness started to sink.

"Stacy," I say in a quiet tone hoping she wouldn't be upset.

She turns her head and says, "Yeah babe?" in a sweet manner. Which makes me feel even worse.

I cough up the urge to tell her, "Dad said it was okay that I met up with my friends and got a ride home with Avery."

The excitement that once flourished through her cheeks went away. She seemed hurt. She was so excited to take me today, and i felt horrible.

After what felt like an eternity of silence she finally spoke, "Okay, Sounds great! Just call me if you need anything," she says with a fake joy in her voice.

She looked like she wanted to just break down right here and cry. She tried so hard to be a good stepmom to my brother and i that it made me feel terrible. She really did help my dad get to a better place after my mom died and i thank her for that but i still get that feeling that i shouldn't become close with her. that place was for my mother. My real mother.

I gently smile and give her a hug. I felt her warm chest against mine and my arms wrap around her neck, she didn't hug me back like she was confused. but after a few seconds she finally hugged me back. i felt a relief.

i smile softly to myself as my head is nuzzled in her neck.

We break from the hug and as i back away i unbuckle my seatbelt, "See you back at home in an hour" while getting out of the car and closing the door.

That interaction was very awkward and I can tell she was thrown off by it. But everyone's gotta start somewhere right.

I walk up to the school and through the front doors.

The hall was long and crowded. I was nervous. I have no idea why but I get nervous pretty easily. As I start to feel a lump in my throat a familiar voice says my name from behind.

"Hey beautiful," I turned around to see a tall figure walking towards me, my boyfriend Carter.

He was wearing some khaki shorts and a white button up shirt that had one button towards the top open. His signature outfit, not my style of course but i dealt with it.

"Hey," I say with a small smile as he gets closer towards me.

He was very tall compared to me. I'm only 5'4 and he's 5'11.

He wrapped his arms around my neck to give me a hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist to hug him back. My right check felt warm as it rested against his chest. I pulled away because every time i hugged him, it felt foreign to me, but that was normal.

"You ready for today?" He asks.

"Yea, nervous a bit. You?" I reply back.

"Ready as I'll ever be. When I walk across that stage I'm outta here. Can't wait to start college football. Training is going to be sick." he says in an excited tone.

Football. I hated it. What was the point of fighting over a ball and trying to get points. I was never one for sports. I tried out for soccer freshman year because Sarah forced me to and tryouts ended when I face planted after trying to kick the ball... We were 5 minutes into tryouts. Like I said sports are just aren't my thing.