Lovers

[*Authors note* the main character in this story is very judgemental and has many mood swings. it was brought to my attention that her attitude was confusing, so I'll clear it up now <3]

  After about three weeks in this crappy high school I still can't open my damned locker

Was it twenty-three? Then two? Then four? No!
I struck my fist on the locker and pressed my head against the cool blue metal. Hot tears began to well up in my eyes as I began to cry from frustration. Crying in public has inevitably been my worst enemy. I looked down the hallway at all of the people who were hugging their friends and stealing kisses from their significant others.

I attempted once more at my locker door and finally cracked it open!
I grabbed my pad of sticky notes and quickly wrote down the combo 23-05-30 hoping I will actually retain it now.

As I stood at my locker, something caught my attention. A person running. Was it an adult? No, it seemed to represent a student. In the hallway. As his image came more into focus I noticed more things about him like the panicked expression on his face and his brilliant blue eyes. I pondered who he was and why he was running in the hallway. Frozen, I couldn't seem to move a bone or muscle in my body; paralyzed. He seemed to hold no regard to what or who was in his way, the very center of the hallway seeming to capture his undivided attention. I couldn't help but wonder who he was and why he was barreling down the hallway as if his worst nightmares were pursuing him. At that moment it hit me. Certainly not, he hit me! Everything seemed to move in slow motion as his body collided into mine, giving me no time to actually comprehend what was going on.

When I hit the cold hard tiles, my ears started to ring and my vision blearing and I began to lose consciousness. My entire life, every time I'd injure my head this would happen. I would lose awareness for a split second, then I'd be fine. Once I came back from the dead, a joke, a love to use, I sat up to look at the damage. My papers that were in my bag were now scattered all over the floor, and that boy was nowhere in sight. I recall exactly what he looked like, his every prominent feature embeded in my memory. How somebody can be that stupid and arrogant, I don't know, but he sure was.

I finally gathered up all of my papers and positioned them into a nice neat pile and stuck them into my locker. I looked down the hallway again to see if any other boys are running down the hallway at me. But nobody was there except all of the other kids in Rockwell High. For such a small town, we have a fairly big high school. I sighed and finally headed to class. The worst class. Mrs. Appelido's class.

For a 40-year-old woman she had the attitude of an 80 year old. Mrs. A, as everybody calls her, despises me. I've been lead to believe she hates me so much because one time I asked to borrow a pencil but I broke it. For a small lady she can bear a huge grudge. As I sat down in my desk, I could feel her cold glare staring me down. I sat in the front row of desks so anytime papers were passed out they were rudely slammed onto my desk.

As Mrs. A passed out the paper for the today, a word search (somebody has clearly given up.), there was a knock on the door

"Elizabeth, open the door" Mrs. A called out.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and got up to open the door. I tuned to see who came in today to see it was the principal, with a new student, a tall Japanese looking girl.

"This is.......What was your name again?"he said directed towards the new student.

"Uh, Melanie," she said with a major attitude towards the principal.

"This is Melanie. She's our new student from New York," the principal said, almost with too much joy. We all love the principal so much with his lively personality, he was kind, and hilarious. He was likely the best principal I've ever had.

Melanie walked into the classroom and looked for a place to sit.

"You can sit next to...Stephanie" Mrs. A called out looking at me with a glare in her eye.

Crap, that's my name. I began to look down as the new girl sashayed over to her desk, touching any boys she could. She was a major cringe-fest, and clearly a slut. As she finally sat down in the empty desk. Immediately I felt a new hope for friendship and looked at her.

"Hi, I'm Stephanie, as you probably heard," I said to her as I outstretched my hand to shake hers. Immediately she rolled her eyes and forced my hand away.

"You're too perky and too ugly for me to hang out with," she said.

Immediately my blood began to boil! How somebody could manifest something so rude to say is beyond me, but I had more important things to worry about, like that guy from this morning. I don't know why but I couldn't get my mind off of him. The moment right before he ran into me kept replaying in my head. Over and over, I kept thinking about how rude he was, about how awful he was to straight-up run off and leave me on the floor like that. I was pissed.

I was brought back to reality when the bell rang for second period. I quickly shoved my word search that I never even did into my bag and scurried out the door. The rest of the day was fairly boring, but one class I wont forget was theater. I walked into the theater room expecting it to be another day of acting exercises and laughter, but a lot more happened. I sat down on the floor in my usual spot and waited for my friend Jenna to hurry and come to the classroom. When Jenna finally arrived and sat next to me she immediately started to spill about my "mishap" this morning.

"I saw what happened.something told me to watch him. I did! That's when he ran into you and I was laughing so hard I had to leave before I pissed myself," she said in short bursts of laughter.

I rolled my eyes at her laughter and began to laugh along too. Right as the tardy bell rang somebody walked into the classroom. The boy from this morning. He went to the theater teacher and asked where to sit. She looked around and simply said, "Anywhere," so he looked around too and caught me with his bright blue eyes. Of course, he walked right over and sat next to me.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" he said almost with embarrassment as he pointed to the empty floor next to me.

I looked over at Jenna who was giving me her predictable look; the look she gives me when she thinks somebody likes me. Contrary to what Melanie said this morning, I am a fairly attractive girl which causes Jenna to always assume guys like me. Regardless, I instantly returned my look back to the mystery boy and said, "Sure," a beaming smile growing on his face and I almost blushed at the sight.

"Whats... y-your name," he actually said blushing.

"Her name is Stephanie, and she's totally single," Jenna immediately chimed in. This time I really did blush, and mystery boy noticed and began to laugh.

"I'm Aaron," he said between laughs as he extended his arm to shake my hand.

"I kind of met you this morning, when you ran into me," I said executing my coldest stare, but once I did that he began to apologize.

"Oh My God, I almost forgot about that, I am so sorry for just leaving you there"

I looked at him dead in the eye trying to decide if I should forgive him or not. Eventually I decided I wasn't even mad, I was just lightly salted.

We kept talking and we very quickly became great friends. But of course, like a Stephanie, I forgot about other people. Jenna. When I got home that night immediately called Jenna and apologized for ignoring her, but she didn't mind. She was too busy coming up with ship names the whole time she finalized on "Aaranie"

Many weeks went by, and me and Aaron's friendship grew stronger, and stronger.

But it seems as if he's keeping a secret...