Her

Chapter 1: Her

     I have never been necessarily liked by my classmates before. In first grade, I had a small group of friends, but like every group of friends I've every had, it didn't last very long.
My first friend that I had been able to keep for more than a year was a girl in my science class named Olivia in the seventh grade. We were great friends, we would tell each other our secrets, go on weekly trips to the movie theatre, do what stereotypical teenage girls did for fun. And as expected, that friendship ended too.
We were sharing secrets and I wanted to tell her my biggest secret of all- that I was polysexual. I knew since the sixth grade, when I kissed Diana Coleman during a game of Spin the Bottle, and I thought it was time for her to know. She reacted in the worst possible way.
     "You fag."
      "You are such a slut! How could I have been friends with such a lesbo? You are disgusting!" Her exact words are still branded into my brain, like a tattoo that no matter how hard you try, will never come off.
     Eventually, she told the entire school about everything and I've been completely ignored since. I can't sit in the front of any classroom because nobody wants to be near me, and I don't sit with anyone at lunch. (Unless, a toilet counts.)
     My only friends are a group of boys from a nearby Catholic school called St. Dominic's that I know from the skateboard park downtown. Once in a while, we meet up at the park and skateboard the entire day, or until their parents call them. Those boys always have something to do; they're going to camps, to church, to a wedding, a communion, a funeral, a party... And me? The only places I ever go to are the park, school, and eventually...home.
     After spending an entire summer alone, it was the first day of school. I've always been a huge nerd; I love Pokémon and Yu Gi Oh and Rainbow Six Seige. I've spent entire days reading books and shooting people on video games, without getting bored. But it's not like I have anything else that's more productive to do.
     I walk into my first period class, theatre, and take a seat in the very back. There are a few burnouts in the front who have been staring at me during their entire conversation. The really rich girls are sitting by the window, talking about God knows what, and one won't stop staring at me. And that one girl: Olivia. I really can't stand her. And there's also a few tech nerds sitting by the front, finishing their algebra slide for Mrs. Morton, the main algebra teacher.
     "Settle down class," Ms. Weber, the teacher, says to us while giving us a nasty glare.
     "We have a new student joining us in just a bit, wherever she is. While we are waiting, speak quietly to the person next to you. The last thing I want to hear are the conversations of rich teenagers."
     Well, there's no one sitting next to me... I shall talk to the wall then.
     Then, a really tall girl walks through the door. She has the straightest dark brown hair and sharp green eyes. She's wearing a face full of concealer, lipstick, and a bunch of other types of makeup I honestly, can't identity. She's wearing a super short skirt (which is against the dress code) and our school's blazer, which everyone has to wear. On her feet are black and white polka-dotted flats with a black ribbon.
Wait, why am I thinking about her so much? I mean, I can't like her... She probably doesn't like girls anyway. And she's way out of my league... Or am I out of her league? Whatever...
     "Oh, hi, sweetie," Ms. Weber says as she shreds tests from the previous school year.
     "Sit wherever you'd like"
     The girl starts walking towards me and I feel as if I'm exercising; I can't stop sweating... But, it's a good type of exercise.
     "Can I sit here?" the girl asked as she taps my shoulder.
     "Why not?" I say, trying not to sound like a douche, but failing miserably.
     I can't believe it. Out of all the empty seats in the front of the classroom, she decides to sit next to me. The rich girls are staring at me as if I have three heads. At some point I hear Olivia "whispering", "Another douche, eh?". The burnouts are laughing (and won't stop). The nerds take a break from their project to see what's happening to good-ol' Rebecca in-the-back. (Oh, and my name is Rebecca... Hi.)
     Ms. Weber eventually starts the lesson, but I hardly listen because the girl won't stop talking to me. Not that it's a bad thing. Trust me, I want someone to talk to me after three years of disappointment.
     "So, what's your name?" she asks.
     "Rebecca" I reply in a soft tone of voice. "Rebecca Leah Ventrone. Yours?"
     "Maeve. Maeve Hamilton. Nice to meet you."
     We eventually spend half the period talking until Ms. Weber catches us.
     "Why don't you, Rebecca, bring Mae on a school tour?"
     "It's Maeve!" Maeve exclaims as she gets ready to leave. All Ms. Weber seems to do is roll her eyes.
     We eventually leave the classroom, just the two of us, for what was about to be a hell of a "tour".