Soccer Girl

New Friends

Pic of Tessa to the side-------->
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"Abby, where are you going?" Asked a worried Justine.

"I have to go to my locker to pack. Ya'll- I mean you guys can go without me." I replied.

Ugh! I'm still getting used to being a northerner.

"You sure?" She asked.

"Yea, I'll live." I answered.

No one wanted to go to lunch. We all knew that I was going to get made fun of and humiliated, but I didn't care. I needed to see why Casey started this in the first place.

I walked down the blue tiled hallway to my locker.

The place was fairly empty because the bell for lunch rang about ten minutes ago.

I saw James crouched on the ground getting books out of his locker. If I wasn't still irritated with him I might have felt bad for him because he had a bottom locker. I was surprisingly lucky because I always got a top locker.

When he realized my presence, I glared at him and kept walking.

"You're not still mad at me are you?" He asked. I couldn't see him because he was behind me, but I imagined him smiling.

I stopped for split second, but kept my gaze ahead, "I don't know."

Then I continued my journey down the long hallway.

I came to my locker and attempted to do the combination, but with everything on my mind it wouldn't open. I tried again to no avail. I sucked in an annoyed breath.

"I can bust it open for you, if you want." A familiar male voice said.

Why was everybody scaring me today?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He said apologetically.

"It's ok. Thanks but," I glanced behind me, it was Matthew, "I'll get it someday."

Oh, God.

"I'll wait for you then."

Oh, triple G!

I finished the combination and pulled the lock, and it clicked open,"YES!" I was quite proud of myself.

"I mean why." I said just realizing that my outburst wasn't just in my head.

He laughed, "Is it bad that I want to walk you to lunch?"

Maybe...

I swung open the locker and smiled, knowing that my back was to him, and he couldn't see me.

I loved his laugh.

"Oh, no I was just... curious." I replied trying not to sound nervous.

I pushed the hair out of my face and picked out the books that I needed for the remainder of the day and squeezed the ones that I didn't need anymore into the tiny locker.

Quickly zipping my backpack and tossing it on my back carelessly, I stood up (not forgetting to grab my lunch kit).

"Lets go."

We walked down the hall in casual conversation. My heart raced. I must just be nervous about Casey.

"So why did you move here?" He questioned.

"My dad's work. He's in the marines." I replied wishing I had a more interesting answer.

"Nice." He commented.