Foxtrots and Face-Offs

Prologue:

I had managed to tune them out by now, to tune out the relentless screaming and fighting. Unsurprisingly, by the time that their arguments had passed, they had completely forgotten what had started it in the first place. Their constant bickering had been going off and on for years, but never as bad as it was now. Every time we all hung out together, a war broke out on either side of me- with yours truly stuck in the middle to call a cease-fire.

When the bell rang for lunch I felt like I could snap at any moment. The smell of food pushed me to keep walking though. I pushed open the blue doors to the cafeteria only to discover that somebody else was pulling at the exact same time. Being my klutzy self, I managed to trip over absolutely nothing and fall right into none other than the culprit himself- Brad Garner. He also happens to be the captain of the lacrosse team, a straight A student, and by far the hottest senior to ever grace these halls. I not only managed to take myself down, but also to tackle him. Too afraid to see the commotion I caused, I kept my eyes shut. After the laughter died down, I decided it was probably a good time to stand up. Sitting up and opening my eyes, I was shocked to find, not that I was now the laughing stock of the entire school, (which was inevitable after what I just did) but that the boy that I just tackled moments ago held his hand out to help me up.