Bryan Munson.

Copper clean skin, silvery black eyes with the body of an athlete.

He was an athlete.

Captain of Real High's football team,

Captain of my heart.

Those well-structured abs he owns can't help but poke out anytime he wears tight-fitted shirts. Guess what? He owns nothing but tight-fitted shirts--oh, such delight.

He was everything you'd ever want in a man--everything I want. 

Sports? The ball was always at his command.

Music? The melody he makes when he picks up his guitar is out of this world. You'd wish you were those strings.

Smarts? Okay, well, he's lacking in this area but let's be honest, who cares? Grades don't really matter when you look like you should be in an art museum, 

on the wall, 

next to da Vinci's paintings. 

I'd give all my money to see that.

Besides, he already qualified for varsity football as a sophomore, so grades were irrelevant.

He has a car.

Yes, that is a qualification on its own.

Now for the most important aspect.

Drum roll, please.

Ladies.

Ah yes, he was surely a ladies' man. Kind of a player, too, I must say.

Locker 105. The locker of love. 

Whenever he's seen with a girl by the locker, we all could tell what would go down. 

To be clear, what would go down is his tongue, down her hungrily parted lips. 

Most of the time, he's seen with different girls. Rumor has it that Mrs. Anita, the former hot art teacher, got fired because she had an affair with a student. 

Yeah, of course, only Bryann could pull that; who else? Cody Martins, the booger boy? No ew.

But as of now, for about two months precisely, the needle had stopped spinning. 

The sharp end now faces no one other than…

Tara Jones. My worst nightmare.

Okay, she doesn't know I exist, but that's not the point. She successfully pulled off what no one else could–she made Bryann her boyfriend.

She's quite a catch, too, though. 

Pretty face, clear skin, long blonde hair, slim ass body–She would definitely pass off as the protagonist in one of those high school movies.

She's even the team captain for real High's cheerleading squad. 

For someone like Bryann, she's a 10.

"You really need to stop staring at her like that, Tabitha" Jennie, my best friend, snapped me out of my thoughts. 

"How can I?! Can't you just see how annoying her existence is? Ugh!" I groaned as I turned to open up my locker.

We've been having this same conversation over and over since the time I heard about the rumor. Whenever I got the chance, I would stare endlessly at Tara, hoping the mind-arrows I shoot at her do physical damage. 

That's a little bit crazy, right? 

My best friend is always here to force some sanity into me. 

Hallelujah.

"No, she's not annoying. You barely even know her. She just happened to bag a popular dude you've always had eyes on. No big deal. He's not that hot" She rolled her eyes as she fixed up her dark faded jeans. 

I stopped for a minute to soak in her words.

"Jennie," I said softly as I inhaled.

She knew the next words about escaping my mouth were fifty to a hundred reasons why Bryan is "that hot." 

"Okay, fine, maybe he's kind of hot," She blurted out, evading my outburst. 

"But still, she got him fair and square. I mean, have you seen her, though?"

She was right. Tara was a goddess. A perfect fit for a god--Bryann.

But I-

I come nowhere close. 

I wear tartan shirts every day, you'd think I was being paid to, and I fix the buttons into their holes all up to my neck. Most of my jeans are three-quarter length. I always have a head warmer on.

Head warmers are life savers to me.

I never remember combing my hair when I leave for school, but I don't look like a wild animal with a head warmer.

I never wear makeup. I can barely even decipher the use of things in a makeup kit. Give me an eye pencil, and I'd ask for some paper.

Yeah, it was that bad.

My good old Headset was always around my neck, and nope,

It isn't even wireless.

But I cared less about that because I'd rather listen to audio files than read bogus sentences in the book.

People say I look like a typical next-door lesbian. 

Okay, I wouldn't say "people" because I talk to no one other than Jennie, but someone did say that.

I was waiting for Jennie at a coffee shop next to the school a few months ago. Not until she texted that she couldn't make it.

I was about to leave when a face suddenly popped up in front of me.

"Hey, we go to the same school, right?" a strange voice posed a question as I closed up the bag by my side.

I looked over at the person and didn't know who she was. Like I said, I talk to no one else other than Jennie.

"Uh, I don't think I know you," I replied, completely lost.

"Oh well, I know you. We attend the same school, real High?"

"Oh yeah, right, that's the name of my school," I confirmed, still searching my memories for a glimpse of her face.

"My name's Karen; nice to meet you. Tabitha, right?" She stretched her right arm to me, putting on a noticeably warm smile.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you, Karen."

Hours I would have spent hanging out with Jennie, I did with her. Didn't have to stress about what to say; she was always quick to talk.

A really nice girl, I tell you. It felt cool to get to have a laugh with someone other than Jennie.

Not that I wasn't completely in love with Jennie's friendship, but she could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. Like at that exact day when she stood me up.

We were about to say our goodbyes when she asked, "would you like to go on a date?"

"Uh?" 

"I said would you like to go on a date? Maybe get ice cream or just hang out at the beach. I don't know if I'm being pushy, but I just wanna get to know you. You seem really cool," she said.

"Yeah, sure, but why did you term it a date? I mean, dates are for couples or romantic stuff" I chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. It's just that…" she stopped for a second.

"It's just that I've had a crush on you for a while now. And if you wouldn't mind, I would like to start a thing with you maybe, doesn't have to be serious."

I observed her closely while she talked. She looked down at her feet and clenched her fists to the side. 

She wasn't joking.

"Oh uh, that's what you mean," I said in realization.

I took a moment to gather my words for a minute.

"I'm sorry, but I don't swing that way."

"Wait, what?" She blurted out.

"Yeah, I'm straight" I toned down my voice like it was some taboo word.

"Wow, are you serious?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing. You just look like a typical lesbian."

"What? Do I really?"

"Yeah. I mean, you wear head warmers and the way you look…."

"Hold up.." I interrupted her. "I don't think you should label people based on their appearance. Again, I'm really heterosexual, sorry."

Well, that was how it ended.

About the sexuality thing, I really don't know. I do find Gal Gadot to be very sexy; it's a turn-on sometimes, but isn't it the same for everyone?

And again, I've sold my mind to one man. Bryan. So it doesn't really matter. 

I'm straight.

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