[This is a total spur of the moment story. I am quite bored and had an inspiration. Comment if you please! I will keep writing until I can write no more!]
Chapter 1
Yeah, life pretty much sucks for me. As a sophmore in highschool, I'm not cool, nor am I a total dork. I'm an in-betweener, as us people are called. I guess we're squeezed in between the gorgeous jocks and perfect cheerleaders, and those nerds who have ashma attacks every freakin' second of their sucky lives. But you know, being inbetween popular and unpopular isn't bad. Because being friends with both isn't a crime anymore.
The school day started out the same. I stepped out of my dad's Ford Escape Hybrid, happy to run away from the boring news of the today. The school yard of Eastwood Highschool is lush and green, trees dotting the perfect landscape. The school itself is ancient, yet modern [if that's possible]. And standing right at the gates is little old me, the towering black iron making me feel and seem like an ant. But in society here, I guess that's what I really am. My Abercrombie messenger bag doesn't do me much good as far as status goes, because looks definitely suceed apparel. And my mocha brown hair and average figure don't cut it. I feel like I'm making so much noise as I walk across the school yard, hoping to find a familiar face. I feel like every single eye is on me, even though there isn't a single person who actually noticed that I do exist.
And then there was Callie. Oh good old Callie. A cheerleader, soccer player, and jock dater. She stood up from her spot on the wooden table, releasing the gorgeous jock's hand as I appeared. She smiled at me, a genuine, pearly white smile that made me feel at least a little bit welcome. But only a little.
"Hey Llyena. I wondered when you would finally decide to show up," she stated cheerfully.
Her arm slung over my shoulder, but with much difficulty. With mwah standing at 5'8 and Callie standing at only 5'4, the arm thing didn't work out all that well. But besides her height, the girl beside me was perfect in every way. Her blonde hair was glossy, with dark brown highlights only adding to the perfection. Today it was curled, falling in long spirals down her tanned back. Callie's body was perfect, curvy yet slim. Her eyes were ocean blue, her face tan and beautiful. Oh, why did I always have to compare myself to her? It only seemed to lower the self-esteem I failed to have. Just as I was about to reply, Zach walked over. The dream guy, who, for five years, had been the center of my crush life. Until he started dating Callie. Nothing but muscle and tan skin, he was a dream. With soft, orange hair and green eyes to match it, he was everything I had wanted. And obviously everything Callie wanted.
The two smiled at each other, to my disgust. They held hands again, and with a final wave, Callie was gone. Yes, my best friend had abandoned me.....again. My shoulders dropped as I followed behind them reluctantly. I swear, my life couldn't suck anymore than it already did. Could it?
The first bell rang, and I realized I had only five minutes to get to my locker, and make it to Algebra before Mrs. Snickly realized I was late. I quickened my pace, but tight jeans made it a tidbit hard to walk all that fast. To add to it, flip flops had been my choice of shoes for the day, and the clunk clunk of them slapping against my heels only made my heart beat faster. In my rush, my body collided with that of someone taller and stronger than me. My bag slid off my shoulder just as my feet lifted off the floor. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on the tiled floor, staring into the gorgeous hazel eyes of some unknown guy.
