First Impressions

1 - One Time

I lifted my head slightly, watching as the team of 17 soccer players ran onto the field for practise.

I wasn't paying much attention, more focused on my textbook than what was happening.

I was sitting up on the bleachers, surrounded by a large group of people - half of which I didn't know.

I bit my lip, writing down notes for the upcoming test.

"Bella!"

I jumped in my seat, letting my pen scribble slightly.

I looked up, smiling when I saw Grace.

"Next time," I laughed, "Don't scare me because I was ready to rip your head off."

Grace was my best friend. Her hair, although constantly curly and frizzy, was something I'd dreamed about having. We both had simple brown eyes. She wasn't too fussed by the fact, but I was. It was too simple for me.

I didn't like being simple. I loved being independent and being out there. That seemed like a bad thing these days, but it didn't affect me as much.  I always stood out - in a good way - being the popular person I was. Well, that's what everyone thought I was.

When I moved here three years ago, I never thought I would be where I am now; known by the whole school. I thought that maybe I'd still be that geeky year eight that everyone teased. I was glad it all changed when I moved.

Everyone here was so nice to me which was a change from my old school.

"I don't think you'd ever be able to hurt me," she spoke, truthfully. "You're too sweet for that."

I smirked, knowing she was right.

"Oh, hey, there's this party on in a few nights. We should totally go to it," she pleaded with her puppy dog eyes.

"You know my parents," I sighed. "I doubt they'll let me go out. They're so overprotective."

Grace groaned, sitting down next to me. "Tell them you'll be at mine, or something. We never go to parties anymore. Did I mention whose it was? It's Brett Thompson's. Do you realise how hot and popular he is?"

I looked out at the football team, spotting him easily out of the group.

"You know us cheerleaders and those footballers don't mix. It just can't happen," I chuckled. "But I guess I could beg them to let me stay at your place. Your parents are so cool to let you out that late."

"My mum's just sorry for me. She knows I hate her new boyfriend because he's a total ass and treats her like shit, but she can't see it so she's doing this out of guilt," Grace explained, looking a little bummed but it was gone as fast as it came.

"Oi Chicky!"

I looked down from where the voice came from, seeing Brett.

"You coming to my party Friday?" He asked, me shrugging in reply. "I hope to see you there. And your hot friend."

He left, not before winking and Grace turned to me. She squealed, fangirling that Brett called her hot. All I did was laugh at her, waiting for her to stop.

I had to admit, Brett was hot, but there was a lot of other attractive guys in this school.

Like Jase Collins for example. He was part of our 'clique' and we've had a thing in the past but people began finding out so we called it quits. He moved on to his next little victim the next week so I guess you could call him a fuckboy.

"I've gotta go," I said to Grace after reading the text from my mum. "I'll text you later."

She waved, mumbling a bye with her eyes still glued onto Brett. I rolled my eyes, racing down the bleaches.