The school was about a 10 minute drive from home, I used GPS to find it since I wasn't familiar with the area.
Broken by Seether and Amy Lee played and I instantly cranked up the volume. I love this song, it's MY SONG. No matter how I was feeling this song always makes me feel a certain way.
I'm broken and lonesome.
I rolled the two front windows down all the way, allowing the beautiful breeze to reach me. I sang along, belting the lyrics, "'Cause I'm broken when I'm open and I don't feel like I am strong enough. 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome and I don't feel right when you're gone away!"
It felt good to sing, I've always loved it; it is one of my passions. When I was little I used to sing for or to my family. I've always been told that I have a beautiful singing voice and I believe it.
Five minutes later, I pulled into the high school parking lot with music still blasting through my speakers.
I have the darkest tinted windows that the state allows nobody can really see anything besides my silhouette. As I drive through the parking lot looking for a spot; I see people staring at my car trying to figure out who I am.
Jackson somehow beat me and was leaning against his car waiting so I parked in the empty space next to him. I get outta my Jeep and walk up so we can walk in together.
We began walking towards the school in rhythm with one another. We walked closer and closer, seeing all eyes on us. I couldn't help but imagine that we looked amazing, like the cool kids in a movie with an awesome soundtrack playing. I pretended not to notice the guys smirking as well as looking me up and down and girls eyeing Jackson and whispering to their friends.
Not gonna lie, Jackson is definitely the talk of the town for girls. He's tall and muscular - typical jock body. He's always played sports mainly football. Me, I've always done workouts with Jackson being my trainer. He taught me weight lifting and helped me through it; we workout together about 3 days a week. So it's not surprising when people look at us certain ways after all we look amazing.
We walked into the main office, "We came to get our schedules and locker codes." I said smiling.
"Alright, I just need your names." The receptionist replied dryly, clearly hating the fact that she deals with teens every day. She looked smart though, with a grey pantsuit and her hair done up… she kind of looked like a lawyer.
"Jackson and Nicole McCoy." Jackson stepped in.
"Here are your class schedules and your locker information should be on them as well." She said handing us our schedules with a smile… a fake one I imagine.
We walked to our lockers. They were on different walls, mine was on the left wall and his was on the back wall around the corner a bit.
Jackson stood around for a second while I opened my locker and put my books in that I don't need and kept the ones I do.
"Ok so I have math first period, second is history, lunch for third, and English last period. Got any of the same?" I asked while checking over my classes.
"English first period, second is math, third is lunch, and last is history." He answered.
"I'm glad we have at least one together. Anyway, you should go to your locker cause class starts in like 3 minutes." I spoke.
"Alright, peace." He said while walking away, holding up a peace sign behind him.
I sighed, got my stuff together, and headed to class. I thought it'd be hard to find each class since I've never been here before but it was easy. I just looked for the names on the doors and eventually I found the door to Mr. Miller's math class and walked in.
"Take a seat class, any seat you want. I'll be right back with extra books."
Mr. Miller announced as everyone walked in. I sat in the back row which was usually where I choose to sit so it wasn't too far out of my comfort zone. After the class sat down, there was one seat behind me that was still empty.
Suddenly a snobby looking girl with a vibe screaming 'I am the mean girl' came in and walked towards me obnoxiously smacking the gum in her mouth.
"Umm, that's MY seat." She stated with a snarky tone.
"Umm, it's actually MY seat." I responded mocking her.
The class instantly got silent, paying close attention to our conversation.
"The teacher said take any seat so I chose this one. You can sit behind me." I looked at her, daring her to cross me.
"Look, bitch. I don't know who you think you are," her eyes cut, "but I run this school. I can easily make your li..-.." i cut her off.
"Blah blah blah, does it look like I give a fuck?!" The class erupted in an 'oooh'.
"Listen here bitch." She moved close to my face… but before she could continue the teacher walked in, "Hey, Tracy. Back off!" Mr. Millers voice was firm.
She quietened and at behind me and I just smiled.
Lunch:
I sat down and started eating my fries. Jackson came over a little bit after I sat down; He had a burger and chips on his tray.
"Hey sis, how is it so far?" He took a huge bite.
"Can't complain." I smiled slightly.
"This school is already drama filled, I heard girls gossiping about some new girl almost getting into a fight with the mean girl of the school in your same period, who was it?" He questioned.
"It was me." I replied nonchalant.
"Wait what?" He looked confused.
"Yeah it was me. The teacher said sit anywhere and walked out to grab something and 'Trina' or whatever her name was just walked in after he left and came up to me and was all mad because I was apparently in her seat."
"I mean, you couldn't have just moved?"
"I mean yeah I could've… But I already sat down and I didn't wanna get up." I shrugged.
"Sup Jax? Who's this hottie?" A new rather deep voice asked.
I looked up to see two guys. The one who spoke was a tall guy he around Jackson's height. He has spiked up blond hair and a letterman's jacket. The other one had black hair and wore the same jacket.
"Back off, she's my twin." Jackson said sternly.
"Ok man sorry. Hey I'm Ryan Peters." He said to me with a cute smile. "And I am Tyler Matthews." The other smiled, he was a little taller than Ryan and Jackson; but not by much.
"I'm Nicole. Nice to meet you too." I smiled as the boys sat Tyler was next to me and Ryan was next to Jackson.
"So I see you guys have letterman's jackets, football?" I asked making small talk.
"Yeah, except our team is having a tough time this season." Tyler laughed.
"That sucks. You know, Jackson here used to play, he's amazing and would love if he could tryout. Wouldn't ya Jackson?" I looked at Jackson trying to hold in my laughter from my tone.
"Seriously Nicole? I don't wanna play, not with- " I cut him off by kicking him in the shin.
"I mean coach is doing tryouts." Ryan spoke up. I gave Jackson a pleading look.
"Fine, I'll try out." He complied.
"Good, you'll thank me later." I told him.
We finished our lunch and it was now time for my last period, English… my favorite subject. I walked into class and sat down.
Mr. Fevrole came in and started the class. I've only been in this class for 10 minutes and I could feel all of the eyes on me.
I glanced to my left and saw a guy… our eyes met and he sent me a smile. I waved back kinda confused, turned my head and tried to pay attention to the teacher.
End of English
I walked to my locker and started getting my stuff together to leave. I turned around feeling a presence behind me at first I thought it was Jackson. I was shocked when I saw the guy that was staring at me in English.
"Can I help you?" I asked dryer than I intended.
"I hope so, I'm Evan O'Conner." His tone was a little high.
"Nicole." I smiled, I could already tell he was gay.
"I saw you in English, you just give off a certain kind of vibe and I'm loving it." He smiled
"Really?" I laughed.
"Seriously, wanna swap numbers?" He asked chuckling with me.
"Sure here's my phone." I smiled. We swapped phones and put our numbers in each other's contacts.
"Thanks." He said as we handed our phones back to one another.
"No problem, we should plan a hangout. see ya."
"Omg for real, we should. Bye."
I didn't see Jackson by his locker so I just headed to the parking lot towards my car. I spotted him leaning against his car.
"Hey sis. How was your day - well bedsides the 'almost fight'?" He chuckled.
"Honestly, it was good. I think I have a gay best friend," I beamed.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I met a gay guy and he asked for my number so we could hang sometime."
"Look at you making friends," Jackson teased.
"Let's get home, I'm starving all I had was cereal for breakfast and fries for lunch."