So, hi, y'all. I'm Abigail Dice, but luckily for them, everyone calls me Abby. I'm sixteen and my school's Hughbeach High. I do karate, kickboxing, Thai chi... Martial Arts in general, actually. Since my life's not really worth it to talk about, let's move on to school stuff.
Let's start with the most shitty thing: social contacts. I hate sociality (probably 'cause I suck at it, but, well). All those high school dramas... Ugh. I scorn being involved, I just wanna watch. That's mainly why I keep myself away from the typical cliques like the popular girls, the cotton-candy-giggle-girls, the nerds, the sporties, the losers, and, of course, the bad guys.
That last one's "leader" is Taylor Greyhound, one of the most feared and popular people at school. He did ask me to be a part of his gang, though. But I refused to his great dislike. Hold your horses, girls who know him, I don't like him, he likes me. Well, according to my best friend Chrissie.
Yes, people, I certainly have a best friend. Christina Bullock is her full name, but she (and I too) prefers Chrissie. She has brown eyes and dark brown, wavy hair with two white locks in the front. She always ties it in a high ponytail. She has a small gap between her two top teeth and black, metal glasses. It's not because of that, but she could be considered as a nerd 'cause of her gigantic obsession with superheroes. She's what I'd call "a superhero-geek". Nothing wrong with that.
Don't get me wrong, she's sweeter than sugar, but she's kinda chatty. Very, actually. Like, wow. Especially the gossips.
Oh, and cupcakes. She loves cupcakes.
Moving on to the teachers. Yeah... They're all just merciless, old-fashioned shits who do not understand everyday youth. Especially Ms. Gotham. Harsh bitch. But, really. Fire her.
And then, we still have one thing left: love. Or, at least, what they call love. To be honest: I don't do relationships. I mean, come on, it's not like a high school relationship's gonna last forever. You get together: yay! Kiss kiss, hug hug. Then, two weeks later: "Sorry, it's not you, it's me, it's over." Cry time. Boohoo. Bummer. Moving on to the next one.
It's all I see. Seriously, everywhere. Couples, breakups, D-R-A-M-A. And that is what I want to ignore. But, since I'm surrounded...
I'll just listen to Chrissie's stories about who broke up with who and who cheated, and then I'll be like: "Ha. Knew it." That's the fun part.
It's like that girl has a little love-radar implanted in her brain. The first day I came here, she was all friendly and helpful, and, poof, I found my new best friend. Since then, she keeps going on: "Ooh, that guy is cute! He'd be a good couple with her over there!" She's the Cupido of L.A. Or should I say "Cupid"?
I remember this guy staring at me when I first arrived. He was the exact definition of a nerd, seriously. I formed my lips into a small smirk only to see him became as red as The Evil Queen's apple.
I clearly told Chrissie that I do not want her to couple me to anyone, and I'm happy she respects that. Of course, she makes a few jokes like: "That'd be a good one for you." Then, we just laugh and move on.
Now, two years and a little-bit-past-the-shoulder-haircut later, in tenth grade, I was taking my Physics book out of my locker while Chrissie was rattling about another oh-my-gosh-amazing-superhero-movie. "Seriously, Ab, you have to see this! That man was betrayed by this villain team which claimed they could heal him from cancer and his looks were totally destroyed at one point! I mean, you can see the hashtag rage."
I chuckled at her while closing my locker and shook my head. She looked at the clock in the hall. "Almost time for our first class. What do we have?"
"Physics, " I replied to her.
I watched her brown eyes widen. "Physics?" She groaned when I nodded. "No, not Goatee!" She referred to Mr. Justin Helix, the Physics teacher, a big nerd, I gotta say. And not in a positive way, no. In the "I-teach-Physics-so-I'm-smart-and-know-everything"-way. "Seriously, that guy hates me!" Chrissie complained.
I leaned my shoulder against my locker and grinned. "Chris, how could anyone hate you?" I asked, curious for her response, although I suspected what she'd say.
She shook her head with a simple sigh. "You clearly haven't met our housekeeper, " she answered. We both looked at each other before we both broke out in laughter. Chrissie stopped laughing and sheepishly smirked at me.
I chuckled. "What?" She nodded her head to her right. I looked at the place she gestured to and saw two guys just standing by their lockers. One of them, the nerd I talked about earlier, became wide-eyed when he noticed me watching. The other, who looked like a "simple one" if you know what I mean, waved at us. In the corner of my eye, I spotted Chrissie, who sheepishly waved back with a tiny smile. The nerd quickly put Wavy's hand down and heavily shook his head. I snickered at them. The nerd looked at me once before starting to leave. The other boy closed his locker in a rush and followed him.
Chrissie faced me again. "He likes you, " she teased me in a singsong voice.
I turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Who? Sonny?" I asked her in confusion while referring to Sonny, the blushing nerd who had left.
She nodded so heavily, I thought her head would drop on the ground any moment. "Of course, Sonny! He's been staring at you like that for two years and you didn't notice?" Chrissie exclaimed.
I looked around only to see a few other students looking at us. "Maybe that's because that kid is nowhere and everywhere; he's always the first one to enter the room and the first one to leave, followed by that stalker of a Lester, " I answered in a whisper as a sign for Chrissie to be not that loud.
She understood and joined my whispering. "Okay. But, come on, everyone sees it. Why do you think Taylor's been even harder on him for the past two years...?" I raised my eyebrows. She nodded when she noticed her own mistake. "Ohh, right, you've only been here for two years."
I crossed my arms with a tiny smile. "But, Chrissie, tell me: how come that you, the biggest matchmaker in L.A., still haven't noticed Lester is kinda "interested" in you?" I joked.
Chrissie shrugged. "You're right. I didn't, because it's not true, " she calmly defended herself. Then, she smirked, poking fun at my theory. "And, by the way, if he were, I'd probably reject him. I mean, he seems like a really sweet guy, but he's as sticky as Elmer's."
I chuckled. I wanted to respond, but the high-pitched chime of the bell interrupted me. I put my arm around Chrissie's shoulders. "Come on, Chris, Goatee-time."
To my surprise, she suddenly grinned. "That's right! Sonny has Physics with us!" she teased. I raised my eyebrows at her. She made a face. She put her arm around my shoulder as we both broke into laughter and we left, off to Physics.