The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(9) Poet And I Didn't Know It

"Where are you going?" Brent asked me. I shrugged my shoulders in response before marching out of the cafeteria, letting the double doors swing shut behind me.

Walking through the near empty hallways, the clicking of my heels on the floor echoed off the lockers. The few people in the hallways who were stood mainly in small groups by their lockers all turned to look at me, but I never returned the glances. I strutted into the girls toilets, and one glare at the group of Barbies by the sinks meant the room was empty in no time. Standing opposite the sink, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and sighed. I'd barely been here one day and I was already exhausted, added to which the thought of one more confused glance at Nick Wright's chocolate eyes made me want to collapse.

My eyes widened and I mentally slapped myself. I will not be brought down by some egotistical jerk who thinks he play games with me. My eyes narrowed at the thought and my fingers scraped the surface of the granite countertop. Running my hands quickly through the cool water, I shook them dry and with one last look in the mirror I walked out of the toilets as the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch.

Stopping by my locker, I grabbed my PE kit and headed for the changing rooms. At Central High School, the whole of Monday and Wednesday afternoons were dedicated to senior PE. Monday afternoons were the afternoons where all of the seniors were split into four groups and each group would partake in a random sport. Wednesday afternoons were team PE afternoons, so each team would do training for that particular sport, however nobody specified what their team sport was until a few weeks into the term, in order to establish yourself in the team properly before you chose it.  

The changing rooms were of a typical layout, with lines of lockers in the middle and changing benches around the edges. I quickly changed into my regulation t-shirt and shorts before throwing my things into an empty locker. I headed out onto the playing fields and walked over to where the seniors were gathering. I spotted Brent with some of his friends from East Side High, including Aiden, and headed over to them, casually placing my hands on my hips.

I heard some wolf whistles from a group of jocks as I walked past but ignored them, scowling slightly. I wasn't surprised when a large arm slung itself across my shoulders.

"Are they bothering you, sugar?" Aiden drawled into my ear and I raised an eyebrow at his obliviousness. This boy just wouldn't give up. I shrugged out of his grip and pushed him sideways slightly.

"I think I can handle it," I replied monotonously, before joining Brent. Soon enough the sports teacher was out, his voice booming its way around the vast pitches, ordering everybody to get into their groups. I looked around at the people in my group. Brent was in group 3, and thank God, Aiden was in a different group. I was about to rejoice at the lack of Wrights, when up strolled Nick Wright, surrounded by his football morons. The coach quickly called out names of people in volleyball teams.

"In the red team," he began, holding up some red bibs, "We have Martin Hill, Millie Ward, Jessica Ford and Nick Wright," he finished. I had to hold back the enormous groan as he announced I would be in the same team as Nick. Why me?! The gods or the fates, or whatever they were, were out to get me and I was not liking it at all.

I stood exactly where I was when everybody dispersed into their various teams, folding my arms over my chest. They could come to me. A girl with dark brown hair was soon stood by my side uncomfortably shortly followed by a blonde haired boy who stood next to her. 

"So you're Jessica, and you're Martin," I said, looking at both of them, my voice ending up more hostile than I wanted. They nodded quickly and before we could say anything else a shadow appeared in front of me.

"You're Millie and I'm Nick, how sweet," I could see the eyes of Jessica and Martin widen as Nick openly mocked me. I narrowed my eyes, but had to hug my arms closer to my chest to stop the shiver running through my body when he said my name.