I'm sorry it took me so long to get this up here, but I've been a little busy:P. Anyways, enjoy the first chapter!
Thud. Thud. Thud. Sniff. Thud. Thud. Thud. Every small step rang in her ears, matching the short, slow beats of her broken heart. Her red eyes and runny nose only added to her disheveled look. She could feel the stares and hear the whispers, but she didn't have the courage to confront them.
Cricket had seen his new girlfriend. The one with the spray tan and fishnet stockings, who always muttered, "Bitch," under her breath when she walked by. Her friend Trish had heard it once and immediately started chewing out the girl, but Cricket just dragged her away. She didn't have the heart for drama. Not now.
For a week, Cricket had remained strong. Not crying in front of anybody since the break-up, not mentioning how much she missed him (terribly), trying to smile at her friends jokes about how stupid he was. But now, as she headed to the cafeteria, she couldn't control the crying anymore. The hallway quickly became deserted, as Cricket stopped trudging and just leaned against the wall, letting the tears flow. It felt good, but at the same time it felt awful to be reduced to tears over someone as rude and jerky as her ex.
She closed her eyes and let herself doze a bit. Suddenly, she felt someone gently shaking her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Umm, are you okay?" a boy asked her. He had short blond hair and watery green eyes behind wire-framed glasses. He looked thin and lanky, and several pimples dotted his chin and forehead. He wore a Michigan State sweatshirt that looked too wide and cords.
"Hmmm? Oh, yeah. I'll be okay," Cricket lied, struggling to her feet. The boy looked unsure about her answer but stood up himself.
"You're sure? Because I noticed that you've been quiet lately, and I was wondering if everything was alright," he shrugged.
Cricket eyed him suspiciously. "How did you notice I was quiet lately?"
"Oh, we're in Physics together," he said, grinning like it was obvious. Cricket gave him a puzzled look. "You know. Mr. M's 5th hour class. I sit right behind you!"
"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry but I don't remember your name," Cricket replied.
"Austin Goode," he grinned.
She just nodded. "Well, I'm Cricket Webbers," she said after a while. "And er, thanks for waking me up I guess, but I have to hurry and get to lunch now."
"No problem," he said flashing his grin. It was too big and wide, and it showed off his retainer.
Cricket nodded briskly and began heading back towards the cafeteria, but soon heard his heavy footsteps behind her.
"So where do you normally sit?" he asked, stopping in front of her.
Cricket resisted the urge to plow right through him and answered, "In the right corner, by the doors."
"Cool. Mind if I sit with you?"
"Well, there really is no more room at the table-" Cricket lied.
"Oh, well there's only ten minutes left so I guess I'll go anyways," Austin frowned.
"Okay well, bye-" Cricket's reply was muffled as she was pulled into a hug. Ugh, his sweatshirt smelled nasty, like a mixture of Irish Spring soap and kitty ass.
"Bye," Austin said, flashing the weird grin before heading the opposite way. Cricket shuddered as she began trudging to the cafeteria.
When she got to the cafeteria, it was almost empty, but she saw that her friends were still sitting at their table.
"Where were you?" her friend Rachel asked, taking a sip of milk.
"The bathroom," Cricket lied automatically.
"For twenty minutes?" her best friend Meghan asked skeptically.
"Oh, well I ran into someone from my Physics class too," Cricket said casually, flipping her long blonde hair over one shoulder.
"So who is he?" They all leaned in close, eager for her answer.
"Austin Goode."
"Is he cute?" Meghan asked, waggling her eyebrows.
Cricket made a face. "He's really not that cute. And I think he's a junior."
"Well, an older man isn't bad," she shrugged.
"He's not a bad guy, it'd just be embarassing to date a junior that's in Physics," Cricket sniffed.
"You're just mad at the people that don't have a 4.0 GPA and aren't in Honors classes," she rolled her eyes. "Not everybody is a genius like you Cricket," she joked.
Cricket shoved her playfully as they headed out the door. "He is nice though. A little weird maybe, but nice." Meghan just shrugged. "I'm not even ready for a boyfriend yet anyways."
As they left, they didn't notice the kid standing behind the door. He was tall and lanky, and he wore glasses and an Michigan State sweatshirt. The group of girls also didn't notice the hopeful look he gave Cricket, nor the hateful glare he gave her friends as he vowed to get revenge and prove them wrong. Cricket would love him someday, he was sure that she would...
