CROSSROADS

Chapter 1

"Don't drool, it's not healthy," said Tia.

I snapped out of my daze and came back into the real world.

"Sorry," I said.

I was doing it again. Damn... Nicholas Reed, hottest senior, kindest boy, best athlete. I couldn't help but stare. Middle school crushes don't seem to ever go away, do they?

"You know you have no chance right?" Tia said randomly.

I sucked my teeth in annoyance.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he's you know..."

"Yeah okay Tia, I got it, Nic Reed, #1 popularity rank. Then there is me, Coy Clent probably last in the rank, and not to nice on the eyes."

"Ding Ding Ding," Tia said and chuckled.

I looked at her for a little unable to decide whether to laugh or to shoot her a dead look. But sure enough five seconds later, I burst into laughter as well. (Getting a few odd stares."

We were eating at our regular table in Light View High School. Nothing was really special about where we sat. No populars, no high class "rich girls", just a bunch of low profile losers. This including myself obviously. We only sat here for the view. Front row tickets to the "Popular table," as Tia called it. We sit and watch them every day. The kids who always had new things, the best cars, and prettiest faces. Including Nic, and his terrible girlfriend Harper Faharo.

It was time, they came inside the lunchroom. The best part about sitting here was the view. And the worst part was the view.

Nic and Harper approached the table, Jonas at their back, along with Kingsley, my best friend.

"Hey Coin," Harper said with a smirk on her face.

"Oh, hey Herpes! How's your rash treating you? My mom (her pharmacist) told me you had to increase your dose, cause it got gasp shockingly worse."

Everyone burst into laughter. I hung my head proud, turned to Nic and winked.

Wait... What did I just do?

Nic gave me an odd look and walked away, which by that time Harper had sat down at their table and began throwing her daily fit.

Tia and I sat and ate for a little while more, watching the "Popular kids" till the bell rang.

Tia and I began walking to our last classes. Mine, chemistry, her's art. She was always so damn lucky.

"Hey girl!" I heard from behind me. Kingsley.

I rolled my eyes and turned around, "What do you want Kingsley?"

"Why so rude this morning? Did Harper get your panties in a twist or are you just angry that your hubby still hasn't noticed you?"

I sighed and looked at the floor.

"You know I could just tell him for you Coy. It's not that hard." He let out a chuckle.

Kingsley doesn't understand, and he never will. He likes boys and he's a boy. So nothing really phases him because to him, there are many fish in the sea.

"No," I said heated.

"Okay pepper, well you better get on your way to chem, Mrs. Bristol will write you up if you're late."

"Jeez, It's true! Thanks, Kingsley," I said as I ran down the hall books in han-

thud

My books fell and I was on the floor. I looked in front of me and saw... Oh no. Nicholas Reed. I. My. Front. On the floor. Because. Of me.

"I'm so sorry," I said hesitantly.

"It's okay," he laughed.

I loved his laugh, it was like music to my ears.

"You're Coi-"

"Coy," I said.

"Oh, sorry, Harper always says Coin," he said as he laughed.

"Yeah, she kinda has it out for me."

We both laughed. I stood there for a while, staring, admiring, drooling (not really), till the sound of the bell shattered my thoughts.

"Oh lord," I said as I picked up my books.

He helped too.

"Thanks!," I shouted and dashed down the hall searching for room 202 for Chemistry.

"Nice to meet you Coi-, I mean Coy," He laughed again and cruised down the hall.

A huge smile spread across my face. I ran up the stairs, down next hall and finally into class 202.

Chapter 2

Surprise, surprise. I walk into my class just in time. But, I am greeted with an unpleasant sight. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed, tan-skinned, 5'4 girl. Harper. A devious smile creeps across her face.

"Hey Coin," she says as I see myself fall to the floor.

She tripped me, on the first day of my senior year. I am literally shamed.

A boy points directly at me and yells "Dumbass". The whole class burst into laughter and my face burned red. I stand up and dust off my clothes. When I get my balance I turn and look Harper right in the eyes. As I open my mouth Mrs. Bristol walks into the room.

"Settle down students, we don't need a brawl on the first day of school," she stated as she gave me the stink eye.

Harper twirled her long, curly, blonde hair in her fingers and proceeded to her seat near the open window. She sat next to the window every year because it was so-called "good for the pores."

I was walking around the class looking for a seat (but as it happens I have really bad luck) the only place I saw to sit was next to Harper.

I hung up my bag and took my seat, as I sat down something flew into my hair. Gum. I yanked it out and threw it back to the sender, trying to listen to what we'd be learning about, safety drills, and all that other jazz they teach on the first day of school.

After a head-bobbing, boring, 40 minutes class was finally over.

I grabbed my galaxy patterned cheeseburger Jansport backpack and headed to my locker. I opened it up with my simple code 30-0-30, grabbed my books, filled my bag, and

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