They were laughing at me again.
Not one day could go by where I could go to Shadyside High and not be laughed at by my peers. Whether they were laughing at me for my shaggy, 'fag' haircut, or how ultra 'poser-ish' my clothes were, I couldn't go a day at school without being laughed at.
But this time, it wasn't the guys who normally laughed at me, or even the group of popular girls that laughed at me usually everyday. It was a girl and her friends that wasn't supposed to laugh at me.
Lunch was the worst period of the day for me. Worse than gym class, where the boys shoved me to the ground in basketball, causing me to have to sit out because those guys, larger then me, nearly crushed me. Lunch was worse than every subject. It was because I was forced to sit at a table alone, next to her table.
Of course, that was how I first discovered her. Many guys in our school noticed her, though. I'm sure I wasn't the first one. She was stunning--beautiful. A natural beauty, she didn't need to drench her face in make-up to look good. She was medium height, very thin, pale with the most stunning crystal blue eyes I had ever seen, and long silky dark brown hair that I just wanted to run my fingers through so badly.
On that day, I noticed, she wore ripped jeans, a tight concert t-shirt, and a pair of Converse High Tops. She looked wonderful in anything she wore. I had been watching her now since September, back when I first found my lunch table.
There had been times when she had sat down at my table, being the friendly girl that she was, and she had...