38I was never the kind of girl to cause much trouble. I had okay grades in school, my best friends were the coolest people I knew and I didn't act out to impress people. I didn't have any enemies- well, that I knew of. I wasn't the most popular girl in school, nor was I the prettiest. Just generally your everyday girl. Nothing too special.
And, yet here I was, smashing my fist into some jock's face. This would lead to yet another detention with my two best friends and the wannabe badasses we conflicted with. With the way people have been acting, I'm pretty sure that detention room will be our favorite hangout place by the end of the month.
Since I'm pretty sure you're wondering what's gotten an average chick, like myself, pissed to the point of a beating frenzy, we'll start from the beginning.
It was another average Tuesday at my very average high school and I'd just endured my extremely average third class of the day. Notice the pattern yet?
Anyway, I was heading for my locker to meet up with my not so average best friends, Alex and Aaron, as we always did during our lunch hour. Halfway there I was greeted by a redhead around my height with beautiful hazel-green eyes and a dazzling smile. This beauty was known as my best friend, Alex Porter. She was the more "fashionably aware" one out of our little group, as she liked to put it. In layman's terms, she was the girly one but I wouldn't mistake her beauty as weakness. She's not afraid of messing up her manicure to deliver an ass kicking.
"Hey Aidan, how was Spencer's class?" she asked. My response was my trademark blank stare.
"The usual, eh?" she rolled her eyes.
"She should really consider getting that stick out of her ass." Said a deep, masculine voice behind me. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist as my feet left the ground. I recognized this greeting to be from my other best friend, Aaron Lucas. I know what you're thinking. Yes, all of our names start with the letter "A" and yes, our names are androgynous. Brings new meaning to the "A Team", huh?
After being spun around, my feet once again contacted with the ground and I turned to hug my grinning six foot-two tree of a friend. Aaron was like the offspring of a male model and a basketball player. His medium length dark brown hair was cut into a stylish mess of spikes, much like what Stephenie Meyer attempted to do with Edward Cullen, except Aaron pulled it off. His attractive face held some of the most amazing gray eyes I've ever seen on a person. If his dimpled face didn't have most girls-even some guys- fantasizing about him, his tall athletic build definitely did. If you couldn't tell by now, I have some really good looking friends. How I was ever categorized with them, I'll never know.
I was five-eight, had medium length dark brown hair that naturally formed loose curls, -whether I wanted it to or not- was slightly tanned, and had dark green eyes. In other words, I was closer to being pretty than I was modelesque. I've always thought myself to be pretty decent looking, never really boring but not exactly beautiful.
"Could you two stop fondling each other before our table is taken?" asked Alex, rolling her eyes and walking away.
I shared a grin with Aaron before trailing after our redheaded friend. We entered the cafeteria a few minutes later. I reserved our table as Aaron and Alex got our lunches. I was watching my best friends in the lunch line when I noticed a figure heading towards me.
I knew this figure to be Tristan Asher, noted school jock and jackass since he became 'star athlete' of the football team. I guess having your name on a jersey allows you to treat people like shit; it seems to be a fad with the football players. Did I mention that he and Aaron are not exactly on good terms? Why, you may ask? Because Asher likes to think of his girlfriends as his personal toys, giving him the right to throw them away when he gets bored and move onto the next best thing. Especially when one of those toys happened to be Aaron's younger sister, Leah.
We've tried almost everything to get Leah to break up with him but she's stuck in that 'bad boy' phase and refuses to leave him, regardless of how bad he treats her. It's sad, really.
"So Aidan… when are you going to leave Lucas for me?" Tristan was referring to Aaron.
"Go. Away. Jackass." I said, not really in the mood to deal with Tristan.
"Does that mean you're free then?" he asked with a smirk.
"Tristan, do me a favor and take those feelings you think you have for me and shov-". I was silenced by Alex and Aaron's arrival.
"What the hell are you doing here, Asher? Don't you have some steroids to go stock up on?" asked Aaron. I could already tell this wasn't going to end well by the way Tristan stood up.
I took this as my cue and stood between the two men. With the help of Alex, I "gently" guided Aaron towards the cafeteria doors.
"This doesn't have to get out of hand. Let's just go somewhere else." I explained calmly.
I thought we had just avoided a major issue but by the looks of the group of football players stalking up to us, I reconsidered.
Aaron, not at all intimidated by the larger group heading towards us, started pushing in their direction.
"Aaron, are you trying to die? There are way too many of them and only three of us!" Alex scolded him.
We were about five feet away from the exits when I heard Tristan's voice.
"Smart friends you have there, Lucas. I wonder if they lay as good as your sister." It took about two seconds before all hell broke loose.
Aaron dove onto Tristan and before I could register what had happened, was pounding his fists into Tristan's face. I noticed one of Tristan's friends attempt to attack Aaron from behind. He never got the chance to. He was preoccupied with my fist slamming into his chest. I knocked him to the ground and straddled his waist, prepared to deliver another blow. I heard a scream and looked up just in time to see Alex tackle another athlete just before he got to help his friend.
And, thus, you have it. The very beginning of how I, the slightly average student, became one of the notorious detention-prone troublemakers. Or at least, that's what the principle called us.
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