Being confident is great.
But the reason for my confidence today, is my high socks.
They weren't mine, but my mother's.
I just loved the feeling of high socks that covered my ankles and never slouched to show them.
I feel complete.
With a pep in my step, I shout goodbye to my mother and I'm out the door.
Hopefully there were no type of surprises today, oh how I hate surprises.
Sudden change isn't a thing I'm too fond of.
It was now starting to get warm outside, the month of May was warm this time around.
Today I wore my same ripped jeans, with a casual black shirt that said,
"I'm sorry I'm late I didn't want to come".
It kind of matched my mood.
I am late, and I don't wanna come to school.
Today I was excited to see my friends.
Anxious to come back home.
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When I enter the locker room, I see Anna.
She's wearing ripped jeans and a red shirt.
"Ooo you looked cute today."
She smiles, as if she knows something I don't.
Suddenly, she unrolls the hem of the shirt.
Flashing me the Justice symbol at the end.
A laugh immediately erupts from me.
She laughs too.
"Don't come for my soul Lea." She laughs out.
Lea was the nickname Anna had given me a while back.
She hardly uses it, but when she does, I smile.
"You still wear justice?" I ask.
She turns slightly red from all her laughter.
Nodding.
We begin walking up the stairs and to the gym.
And there he sits, the fuckboy himself. Sits high up on the same bleachers as us.
With a girl under his right arm.
Shit.
"Are they together?"
I shrug, eyeing them both.
He leans near her ear and whispers something, making her shrug with a smile.
"I've seen them hug a couple of times. But I never really thought that...."
Anna nods, obviously getting my point.
"Yeah."
There's a short silence between us, this was an unfamiliar sight.
"Didn't he make fun of her ass in the beginning of the year?"
I nod.
"Then he went right ahead and made that Ass his."
Anna shakes her head with a light scoff.
"She tried to convince us not to be his friend and everything." She said.
I nodded again.
In this situation, words were not my friend.
My go to responses weren't lined up, I had nothing but speechlessness.
Down my forehead rushed the familiar bead of sweat. And the saliva, caught in my throat.
