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2| Friends and Foes

                 

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Thank you so much for always supporting me and making me feel proud of my existence XD I know you asked me not to thank you but I can't help it!

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"I feel like I'm waiting on something that isn't going to happen"

~quotesgram


Claire's POV

The warm Californian breeze caressed my face and enlightened my senses. I hopped off my mom's car and waved her goodbye.

My mom's eyes were fixated on me, her gaze held pride with a tinge of worry. I turned away from her and faced the gigantic Whitney Highschool. It towered toward the sky like a huge monster – it scared me.

From all around me, the teenagers made their way inside. I could already spot new faces of freshmen. I turned back to the highschool building.

Okay Claire, pull yourself together. This the senior year – the last year and then, you're out!

Taking a deep breath in, I exhaled loudly and started to drag my legs toward and into the entrance. I kept my glance to the floor to avoid meeting the gazes of the students around, not that they'd recognize me. I was a stranger here.

A minute later, I found myself walking down the locker corridors – the scariest place in Whitney High. You'll find the weirdest shit happening here.

Accidentally, I met my gaze with three elegantly dressed girls standing by the lockers. I coaxed the corners of my lips into a smile. None of them returned it. Instead, I was greeted with a snarl, disgusted looks and their backs on my face.

Awkwardly, I cleared my throat and silently strolled toward my locker trying to pretend as if I didn't see it. 

I ceased to a stop when I saw a bunch of jocks playing basketball in the middle of the corridor, blocking everyone's way. The basketball bounced violently off the floors and the lockers. I gulped, realizing what it could do to my face. 

I could see my locker on the other side and tried to get through. It was impossible. These boys, in bright red varsity jackets were all around the place, shoving and hitting eachother playfully.

"Umm...guys?" I called for them to give me way but none of them seemed to hear me as they continued their aggressive game "I...uhh...need to get to the other side!" I exclaimed, a little louder this time.

The guy nearest to me looked in my direction. I gulped, staring into his beautiful blue orbs, into the eyes of the basketball captain – Carlton Hargrave.

The ultimate heartthrob, a living fantasy of almost all the girls in Whitney High. The white V-neck tee that he wore under his jacket made his abs prominent and every girl seemed to steal glances at him as they walked by. A bunch of girls in the corner were checking him out hungrily as his gaze drifted up and down my body.

He toyed with the basketball in his hand, held the gaze and smirked "This place is occupied, take a different path"

"But-" before I could finish my sentence, he turned away and continued playing. And maybe, just maybe, he muttered 'nerd' under his breath ever so condescendingly that I felt as if I was someone no one gave a shit about.

It was true though – no one ever gave a shit about me.

"Okay I will...umm..." I muttered to myself because clearly, nobody was listening. They were busy cheering for Carlton as he dodged his friend and passed the ball to another one "I'm gonna...take the other way then"

I sighed and turned the other way, feeling abashed and ignored. These feelings weren't new, I was used to getting hurt in this place and it didn't matter that much anymore.

All that mattered to me was one thing.

One person.

One guy.

Dylan Summers.

The hottest and the most popular guy of Whitney High.

Dylan was walking towards me – a literal definition of a Greek God. I gulped, staring intently at his perfectly structured, chiselled jawline, prominent cheekbones, striking dark emerald-green eyes that could make you glare into them all day and never get enough.

His attitude screamed confidence as if he owned the ground he walked on. People moved aside to give him way and I shifted the right side to unblock his majesty's path, never missing how beautifully those long brown strands of hair fell deliciously over his forehead.

My heart was thudding violently against my chest and I feared it might kill me if I didn't stop staring at him. When he walked past me, the intoxicating scent emanating from him almost pulled me toward him but I strained myself to stop.

He didn't even look in my direction; instead he smirked at the two beautiful girls on his left and smiled at them, completely ignoring me.

He strolled over to Carlton Hargrave and gave him a fist punch. Carlton and Dylan were bestfriends and everyone worshiped them as though they were kings.

And everyone hated me and ignored me. I was like a pebble amidst a gargantuan heap of diamonds and precious stones.

I had always dreamed of asking Dylan out but I was afraid he'd laugh and make a joke out of me. Afterall, why would a popular guy like him want to even look at a girl with glasses, who hides herself in the shadows and has no fashion sense? Like me.

I cursed myself and turned my gaze away from Dylan. A few feet away, stood Adriel Knight, my famous friend. She was hot. And I mean – scorching hot.

Every guy in this highschool would've thought of banging her at least once. I've even seen Dylan checking her out.

She was optimistic, kind, generous and extremely gorgeous. That's what made everyone love her. I came to think of how she ended up as Logan and my friend.

Two years ago, her boyfriend had cheated on her and she sat wailing in a vacant classroom when no one was around. Somehow, I happened to be there, walking down the halls after my extra math class. I heard her crying and decided to sooth her.

Since, then she has always been grateful to me. And somehow, we ended up becoming friends. I decided to leave her be as she chatted and giggled with her cheerleader friends in her very own cheerleader uniform, a bright red flowing dress that seemed to attract a lot of attention.

I finally reached my locker after taking the long way around. Behind me, the jocks were still playing their heinous game, all the while flexing their muscles at the girls who had gathered to watch.

"Hey, Cookie Jar!" the voice seemed to drag me out of my thoughts. I knew exactly who it was.

The only guy who knew I existed.

Rolling my eyes, I turned to look at Logan in his eyes as he made his way upto me. I loved how his lengthy blonde hair fell over his eyes, since he stopped wearing glasses an year ago and I wanted to slap him for how adorable he looked in that beanie. Not that I'd say that to him or else he'll tease me all year about how I thought he was cute.

He bit his lower lip and stopped in front of me "So I was thinking-"

I cut him off by shoving him "Don't you dare call me that!"

"What?" he giggled teasingly, raising one eyebrow "Cookie Jar?"

My face flushed red "If you say that one more time..." I clenched my fists "...I'll...I'll tear your head off and feed it to my neighbor's dog!"

He threw a disgusted and confused look at me. His lips twitched into a grin before he ran his hands through his bangs "Ouch" he chuckled nervously, placing his palm on his chest and fake-frowned "Really Claire? This is how you greet me on the first day?"

"Don't call me Cookie Jar" I lifted my chin at him.

"Fine" he shrugged, his glance shifting towards the jocks. A few moments of staring and he looked back at me "That guy needs to chill. Look at how he's showing off. Dick"

"Who? Carlton?"

He nodded, biting his lip. For some reason, Logan always had something against Carlton. I had tried to raise this point at him but he always shrugged it off. He never wanted to talk about it.

Logan was the close book among us. He never liked to share his feelings and express his opinions. Somehow, I respected that. I liked my best friend for who he was although I wished he'd be more expressive.

I walked close besides him, feeling his nearness, feeling safe, as we made our way to chemistry class together. His presence made breathing easier for me, it always has, since the day I met him.

I looked up at his towering figure and instantly knew that without him I was just a lonesome silhouette cruising down the hallways. Unrecognized. Hated.

His presence made me apprehend my worth.



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Another chapter to the story! It's still kinda hard to process that I'm writing something other than Twin Tussle XD

But Always has an amazing rank in its category and I can't thank you guys enough for the love and support, please support me till the end :)

Love, K

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