I'm little more than a shadow to people, going unnoticed most of the day, following my few "friends" around when I have nothing else to do with myself. For example, right now I'm following my friend Clara Anderson around. I've known her since I was eight, but lately she's been drifting away from me and becoming more and more popular since we've started at Mango High for eleventh grade. Even though we've been talking less and less, which is not my fault, she is still my ride home.
As I'm walking behind her, not paying any attention, she stops right in front of me. I backtrack to avoid walking right into her.
"Trish," she says. "You need to stop following me around like a lost puppy. People are staring to think I'M weird because of you." I open my mouth to ask her who shat in her breakfast, but as I'm about to ask, Blake Santuro walks up to us. Ah. He's the reason she's trying to look cool.
Blake Santuro isn't just any random guy she likes. The whole school likes him. He is Mango High's varsity quarterback football player. Have you ever heard those stereotypes about how all football players are hot fuck boys? That's him. He has shaggy blond hair that falls into his emerald-green eyes all the time. He's about six foot million, allowing him to tower over everyone, and he's got muscles galore. Not that I noticed.
Anyways, he was in the middle of asking Clara to his birthday party. No one says no to that, because his parents are loaded and always have the best parties. While he was talking to her, I decided to get a good look at him. Today he was wearing a tight black shirt, dark jeans, a beanie, and some white high top Adidas. While I was looking at him, I glanced up at his chiseled face and noticed he was smirking at me knowingly. I blushed and looked down at my feet.
"I have to... um.... use the bathroom! Yeah, I have to go, bye." Can I embarrass myself any more??? Ughhh, of course I have to get caught checking him out. As I'm on my way to God knows where, I remember that I just walked away from my ride. Too late, I go to the student parking lot and try to find them. I see Clara driving away in her car with Blake.
"TRISH!" I spin around to see my best guy friend, Chase Santiago, trying to catch up with me. He arrives next to me out of breath and panting.
" I have been calling your name for years, are you deaf?" He jokes. I don't laugh as I tell him I don't have a ride.
"Well, get your fine ass in my car, looks like I'm driving you home." Did I forget to mention he's gay? Well, he is. I get my "fine ass" in his red Mercedes and don't even bother with the seatbelt.
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I know this is short and I'll make the next chapters longer but please comment what you think should happen or if you have any criticism
