Someone Like You

Chapter Four

Mrs. Toward was 5''3 of terror. From the way her heels clicked on the tile floor to the way no stray hairs fell out of her perfect bun held high on her head.
"My name is Mrs. Toward, and I am your History teacher. Now we will all stand up and introduce ourselves and tell something interesting about ourselves.  Lauren Allen."
Lizzie and I waited, and giggled occasionaly during the introductions. 
Then came my turn.
"Hey, I'm Josie Doer, I'm 16 years old, I have a twin, Jack, and I am a runner."
I sat down and looked around the room to see their reactions.  Most were just ignoring me, talking, or texting.
I few guys checked me out, and some of the girls were sizing me up, as if I were competition.
"That's very nice, Josie," Mrs. Toward said.  "Lizzie Franklin!"
Lizzie bounced out of her seat and everyone's eyes lit up.
I could tell Lizzie wasn't snotty, but she seemed popular. Probably because the strange urge to protect her, and her bubbly personality.
"HIYA!" she grinned. Some of the guys chuckled. "I'm Lizzie Franklin, I'll be sixteen in 2 months, 13 days and 16 hours... and I have a new doggie named Porkie."
She giggled, and plopped back down. 
I think even Mrs. Toward smiled. 
Just a little bit though.
Not much.
"Thank you Lizzie. Matthew Jones?"
I turned around to see Matthew stand up in the back of the class.  I had no idea he was even in this class.
"Hey everybody," he said, his lips sliding into an easy grin. "I'm Matt, I'm 17, and I'm a runner too," he grinned at me and sat down.
I stared down at my lap to hide the blush creeping up my neck.  I used my black hair as a curtain to cover my face and neck.
Lizzie nudged me, giggling.
"You like him!" she whispered.
"No, of course not!" I whispered back.
But I wasn't so sure...