15Chapter 1- First Day Jitters
"Please pardon this announcement. New exchange students and incoming freshman please report immediately to the auditorium for a brief assembly."
It was the announcement that kicked off the first day of school every year. Except this year, I wasn't the one sitting in the chairs listening to a boring assembly that didn't interest me one bit. Nope, I was a big bad senior. And I ruled the school. . . .kind of.
They say that high school is the best point in your life and it simply flies by. Well, it certainly didn't fly by for me. I guess that's because I was a troublemaker. I didn't do things on purpose, they just sort of happened. And somehow or another I always wound up getting in trouble for them. I think I've actually spent more time in school rather than home because of the countless detentions I've gotten. Oh yes, I was school oriented alright.
I guess you could say I was a rebel. I hung out with primarily guys, and sort of just picked up their habits. Don't get me wrong I didn't burp or fart in public like they did, but it just seemed like I bonded better with them. My best friend was a guy so if I was accepted by one, I was accepted by them all.
They were nice people, and I had fun hanging out with them. Usually though, hanging out would mean going over to someone's house and playing video games or getting smashed at parties because those were just guy things to do. I didn't really have a problem with video games although when it came to boozing it up at the parties I was always made the designated driver- even though I didn't have my license.
I figured when the time came for them to do ME a favor, they better be at my beck and call. All good things come to those who wait. Yeah, I'd probably have to wait forever for these guys to do me a favor. Oh come on what am I saying? They're not THAT bad.
My best friend Evan was always there for me no matter what. We had known each other since we were babies. Our moms were best friends when they were younger so we would always play together. Of course now, they've grown apart but Evan and I were still extremely close.
The only bad part about having a best friend who was a guy would have to be the fact that every girl in the twelfth grade wanted to know if we were together. I couldn't even count how many times I was asked, "So, are you and Evan a couple?" And when I would tell them the answer was no, the next question would be "If you're not together, can I go out with him?" It annoyed me to no end.
The main reason why was because Evan was extremely attractive. He was one of the best looking guys in the whole school. Every girl wanted him. And almost every girl hated me because I was his best friend. Or as they thought, alleged girlfriend. I didn't see what the big deal was. Yeah, he was cute. But I guess I just didn't see him in that way. He was always strictly my best buddy. I could never see him as anything else other than a friend.
Then there was Tristan. Ah yes, the second most gorgeous guy at my school. And he was most definitely hot. He was more Evan's best friend than mine. But we all hung out a lot. The three of us were like partners in crime.
The one thing was, I had a bit of a crush on Tristan. Okay, I'll admit it-I had a HUGE crush on him. If you could have seen what the guy looks like, I'm sure you would agree with me. He was cute, popular, cute, talented, cute, had a great personality. Did I mention cute?
We didn't really have too many classes together so the only time I got to see him was lunch. And that totally sucked. Half the time I wouldn't even eat. I would just sit there and stare at him. Then Evan would kick me under the table and bring me back to reality. I was always afraid he would say something to Tristan. But luckily, he never did.
That's the one thing Evan was good at. Keeping his mouth shut. And I was thankful for that. The last thing I needed was for Tristan to know that I liked him. Then I would have never been able to talk to him again. You wouldn't think I was shy when it came to guys because I hung out with them all the time, but I was a basket case around them when it came to the ones I liked.
So, I never let on a clue to anybody else that I liked Tristan. Evan sort of figured it out for himself because I would always talk about him. Stupid move on my part I guess. But I couldn't help it, he was hot.
And once again, school had started. Another year of endless homework, projects, and teachers with bad breath. But, that also meant another year with Tristan. Not that I never saw him because I hung out with him at least four times a week, but now I got to see him EVERY day. I couldn't have been happier.
The only thing I could think about was whether or not I had any classes with him. He had been away on vacation to visit his relatives in Italy and I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him about his roster. Every time I would think about the endless possibilities, my stomach would flip flop. Oh yeah, I had it bad.
I looked down at the paper in my hands and tried to read the tiny room numbers that were printed in black ink. My homeroom was number 345. All the way on the other side of the school-away from my friends. Figures. . . I can never win.
I grunted and started walking down the hall, making sure my blouse looked tucked in and hoping that nobody noticed that my skirt was rolled. If you haven't noticed, I go to a catholic school. And yes, it sucks very much. The dress code pissed me off the most. Because as you can tell, abiding by the rules just isn't my thing.
I cracked my gum loudly, not caring if I got caught. Gum was the least of my worries and if I wanted to chew it, nobody was going to tell me not to. And hey, if they want me to spit it out, are they the ones who are going to buy me a new pack? Obviously not. So if you're not going to pay for it, I have no reason to spit it out.
I rounded the corner and went in search of my locker. That was one of the things that annoyed me to no end. On the first day of school, whenever I would go to find my locker, there would always be a huge group of people in my way and I could never get to it.
"339, 339. Where the fuck is 339!"
I was already getting pissed. It was hot, I couldn't find my locker, and people were just getting in my way. The day wasn't off to quite a good start.
"Aha!" I spotted my locker and pulled the combination lock out of my bag. I headed over to it and stopped, hoping that the people who were in my way would move.
"Excuse me." Nobody moved. I asked nicely and of course nobody takes that into consideration.
"Excuse me!" I said a little more forceful than the last time. Still, nobody budged.
"Can you please get the fuck out of my way?!" Hey, they wouldn't move so I had no other choice than to be bitchy.
The group of girls gave me a cocky look and moved off to the side. I knew I didn't like girls for a reason.
I shoved the padlock on my locker and headed into homeroom. Taking a seat in the front, I was hoping somebody I liked was sitting next to me. And luckily, I got my wish. My friend Megan sat down next to me and slammed her head on the table. She was one of the few girls I actually liked.
"Do you understand how much I hate school?" She asked.
"Not as much as I do. You know, it's only the first day and I want out already." She laughed and nodded her head.
"Yeah I feel the same way. So, are you ready for cheerleading try outs?"
"Sure am. They came so quick this year. I planned the routine and everything so it should run smoothly." I smiled, proud of myself that I planned a whole routine without the help of anyone else.
"Great. It's going to be weird not having Gianna around anymore. But I'm sure you'll make a great captain. I mean, you were great last year and you were only co-captain so things should be fine." Megan smiled and fixed the bow in her hair.
"Yeah I'm hoping things go okay." I glanced around at the classroom that was now filling up with people.
"I can't believe we're seniors. I remember when we were just freshman and we-" I was cut off by our homeroom teacher.
"Okay everyone, quiet! Let me take role and then you can get on with your chit chat! "
I quieted my voice down to a whisper. "So, any hot new kids this year?"
Megan shook her head left to right. "None. I made my rounds and didn't find anybody who was do-able."
"Alexia Porter? Alexia?" I obviously wasn't paying attention and didn't hear my name being called.
"Alexia?"
"Here!" I raised my hand in the air. The teacher smiled and went back to taking role.
"Okay, let's compare classes. We better have at least one together or I'll flip." I pulled my roster out of my bag and held it next to Megan's.
"We have Theology together!" She shrieked.
"Awesome! At least that's once class I know I'll have a good time in." I put the paper back in my bag.
"Yup. Oh the bell's going to ring, I guess I'll see you at fourth period." I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door
"Yeah I'll see you later, Meg."
I walked out of homeroom and down the staircase to the second floor. My first period class was Physics, something I really wasn't looking forward to.
"Hey hot stuff." I looked over to see Evan walking next to me.
"Hey loser. I thought you had English first."
" I do."
"So shouldn't you be walking that way?" I pointed down to the other end of the hallway.
"Probably." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Shouldn't you go that way then?" He could be so stupid at times.
"I wasn't planning on it." He smirked
"I am NOT skipping with you!" I retorted.
"Oh come on Lex, why not?!"
"It's the first day of school! I'm not in the mood to get in trouble already." It was true, I didn't feel like winding up in the principal's office this early into the school year.
He stopped and pulled me off to the side of the hallway. "Please?"
"Go to class." I said sternly.
"Yes mother." He trudged off and I rolled my eyes, hurrying to first period. And guess who was in there? Oh yes that's right, Tristan. My day suddenly got better.
~*~ I ended this a little suddenly. And yes, I know it sucks, But oh well. Review please!~*~