Hey! Hey you, person with the face. You new here? Good, I'm your welcome wagon. Wait! Come back, give me a chance will ya? Thanks. So where should I start? Oh yeah.
Clayton High. Home of the roaring Roosters. Where everyone is defined by money, power, looks...sexuality? Evil inbreeds in these hallways of ignorance and torture. Torture may seem a bit harsh, but hey, this is high school after all.
Let's take a walk down the hallway, turn left at the end of the lockers. It'll take you straight to a study hall. You see that girl with the frizzy brown hair, square rimmed glasses and the orange sweater that totally doesn't go with her skin tone. Reading War And Peace for the seventh time. You see her?
Yeah, that's me.
I'm Allison Erica Courts. Sophomore at Hell High...I mean Clayton. Resident geek, for the win. Or loss, whichever you prefer. I'm sixteen, never been kissed. Shock, no? I'm totally against anything 'cool'. Who wants to be popular anyways.
Me. Duh.
Oh wait, stand back. Don't be seen. There, you see the blond lurking around. That's Abbie Dane. In her world, she's the shiz. In mine, she's Satan. She's gotten everything she's ever wanted. Money, she's swimming in it. Popularity, anyone will bow down and kiss her, presumably fake, designer shoes. And the most important feature to have here in Hell, Looks. As much as I hate saying this, she's beautiful. Her ivory skin always flawless. Her perfect facial feature. Perfect blond hair. If I was a lesbian, I'd totally do her.
Don't tell anyone I said that. If you do, I'll kill you. Correction. I will destroy you. Not really, only a popular can do that. And as you can tell by the group of people laughing as Abbie spills a bottle of water over my head. That's not me.
Look, I'm getting up. Go, follow me! Wait! This is a girls locker room, you're not a dude are you? Ugh, whatever. Just follow me.There's Alicia, she's my best friend. And Jason?
“Jase! What are you doing in here?” I ask.
“Don't freak Alli, we're all ladies here,” he says.
“Abbie?” Alicia asks.
I nod, pulling off my wet sweater.
Watch me as I try to open my gym locker. Watch me not get my combination right. Again. I'm cursed, by the way. Social awkwardness and the tendency to make myself look like a dumb ass are part of some deal that I never agreed to.
“Here, let me,” Alicia says, turning my lock and pulling it open with ease.
Sometimes, I wish I could be as smooth as her. But me? I'm rougher than sandpaper and gravel, put together.
“Thanks,” I mumble as I pull out my extra set of clothes that I always keep with me.
Aquafina showers happen more often than you'd think. If I've been marking them down right, it happens every other Tuesday and every Friday.
“Allison, honey. Have you ever thought of examining a color pallet? Neon just doesn't suit you,” Jason tells me, “When will you learn?”
“Better question is what are you two doing in the girls locker room,”
“Skipping last period period,” Alicia replies.
I should probably introduce you to these two.
Alicia Burton and Jason Montgomery. Best friends and life savers.
Alicia, rebel extraordinaire. The Asian beauty of the trio. She could so be a popular if she wanted to. She's fit for the position. She's pretty, smart, funny and way kick ass. But she's all, 'Being popular is a sign of weakness to the Man'.
I don't know who the Man is, so we'll just let it slide. Turning our attention to the guy in the girls locker room now.
He's Jason. Hilarious, stylish, and a heart breaker. How? He's gay. Seeing as Hell is homophobic, he's not a popular. But Jason here doesn't give a shit. Doesn't matter because any guy would be lucky to date him. I mean, he's a god. A Roman one, with the muscles and everything.
How are they lifesavers?
Well, they hang out with me. They could totally do better socially if they dumped me. But nope. They protect me. And I love them for it.
I pull on my new clothes, consisting of jeans Alicia bought me for my birthday. Skinny jeans. There just a big no in my book. But its what I got now. Tying my over sized AFI shirt in the back, pulling my damp hair into a ponytail. I dry my glasses with my shirt before slipping them back on.
“I thought your parents got you contacts, why don't you use them?” Alicia asks.
“Because, they hurt my eyes,” I complain.
“But Allison, you have the prettiest brown eyes ever, and your hiding them,” Jason point outs.
“Whatever, we're going to get in trouble for not being in class, can we just go?” I ask, “I wanna go home and just...I don't know,”
Jason walks over to the door and holds it open. Cause he's a gentleman that way.
“After you milady,” he drawls outs.
“Thanks Jase,” I say.
“No problem,” he pipes, catching up with us as we made our ways down the hallway, “So anyways, there's this party tomorrow, you girls wanna go?”
“Parties. Jason, I love you, but I hate parties. Can't we just watch movies at my house?” I ask.
“Oh, like we did last week...and the Saturday before that, and the one previous to that?” Alicia laughs.
Watch me walk into an opening door. See Jason say “Look out!” Look as I still walk into the door and land on my ass.
“Whoa, hey. I'm sorry,”
I look up to see an olive toned hand reaching down at me. I follow it up with my eyes and see Shane Bell.
Shane Bell, moved here from California. His first week just ended today. He's the rocker ever girl, and Jason, wants to rock. If you know what I mean. But he's totally clean. I get up from the floor, dusting myself off.
“Sorry,” Shane repeats.
“It's okay,” I mumble.
“Sorry...erm...I'm sorry,”
“You already said that,”
Before Stutter here can spill out another sorry, the bell rings. I look back at Shane as I am being escorted away by Jason. He stood there, frozen on the spot. Until we locked eyes, Shane quickly averted his gaze and scurried away.
Fuck, and we all know why.
The final bell rung. Signaling the end of school and the start of weekend. Finally.
“Need a ride home?” Jason asks us.
“Beats walking home,” Alicia answers and I just nod.
“I call shotgun!” I exclaim.
As for you. Sorry dude, there's no room for you in the car. But see you tomorrow maybe? Cool, bye.
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