Monday arrives quicker than expected and this
is the outfit I put together
(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51420810). My mom said she
would give me and Vanessa a ride to school so we could show up and
walk in together. We arrive to Vanessa’s house and Vanessa is
walking out the door trying to get away from her mom’s grasp
of hug. She looks wonderful. Vanessa put this together
(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51422387). We looked better
than the popular group or Emily ever does. It was fantastic! We
were ecstatic. My mom pulls up to the side of the school and says
goodbye and told us she should be able to pick us both up today
too. We both tell her goodbye and thank you. When we stepped out of
the car it was like a scene in a movie. Like one of those slow
motion scenes where all heads turn and stare in shock. Yeah well
they were turning their heads in shock at us. I spotted Emily as I
walk by, she was laughing with her friends. That was until she saw
Vanessa and me; she dropped her purse in shock. I just turned
towards Vanessa and laughed while pointing a finger towards Emily.
Her face turned a shade of red immediately and she only stood there
looking at her feet. Well, until she notices James running towards
me. “Hey hottie!” James says to me. “You guys
look amazing.” He finishes. “Thanks, we know.” I
wink at him. All of a sudden I’m overwhelmed again with the
feeling of popularity and something else. Something warm and
assuring and good, that something was confidence. Confidence has
been something I’ve lacked since the beginning of middle
school. I didn’t feel like I had to make myself throw up or
starve myself, I felt perfect just like this. “How are you
James?” I ask. “Better now that you’re
here.” He returns my gesture with a wink. “Oh really?
And why’s that?” I speak flirtatiously.
“Because… I wanted to ask you
something…?” He responds unsure. “Ask me
what?” I say to assure him to ask me. “Do you maybe
want to go to a movie or something this Friday with me?” He
asks while staring at his feet like a shy little boy. I always
thought James was a cocky, overconfident, rude, mean,
disrespectful, and ignorant quarterback of the football team. I
mean he had to be if he was dating Emily. But, I had him all wrong
and my judgment was mistaken. I guess that’s why the saying
is ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’. “Of
course I will.” I say to him with a welcoming smile.
“Okay good, I will pick you up around 8?” He speaks
more confidently while looking into my eyes instead of the ground.
“Sounds good.” I reply. “But, I have to go for
now, I’ll call you later.” I finish and start to walk
away, but he quickly grabs my arm and turns me around.
“Don’t you need my number first?” He asks as he
writes it on my hand. “I guess that’d be
helpful.” I laugh sarcastically. I quickly kiss his cheek and
wave goodbye and continue walking with confidence. Emily’s
mouth dropped farther than I’d ever seen before, she
couldn’t believe it. Vanessa and I tried to withhold our
excitement that I got a date, but inside we were that stereotypical
excited school girl jumping up and down. James was a brown haired,
blue eyed boy. He is tall and muscular and well, the quarterback of
the school football team. James is 16 years old and has his
driver’s license, awesome right? I was so happy. Basically,
nobody is ever out of your league. Anything can happen. I never
pictured the day that me, Ava Johanson (a nobody), would ever be
going out on a date with James McHaley, the star quarterback and
most popular guy at school. The bell rings and everyone hustles
into class. I strut into class right before the bell rings with my
head high in confidence and everyone stares at me in amazement. It
was like I was famous. I find my seat right next to James,
Emily’s old seat. Emily walks in after me and looked as if
she had been crying. She looks at her seat, well my seat now and
looked as if her whole world just crumbled. Her eyes scanned the
room for an empty seat. The only empty seat was my old one. The old
broken down desk in the back right corner of the room. The desk has
graffiti written all over it, a mysterious sticky substance in the
corner, and is next to a million cobwebs that the janitors always
seem to miss. Sometimes a spider would appear crawling across my
desk. The spiders seemed to be the only friends I used to have in
that class. This new life I’m living is
amazing.
