2| Juice box
I just got out of gym class and was heading to the cafeteria for lunch with Brandon.
"You've seen the new girl, haven't you?" one of the guys from our class asked another while walking past us.
"Do people in this school have absolutely nothing else to talk about? There's a new girl, big deal," I rolled my eyes.
"We don't get new students that often, let the people obsess. Nathan, don't get offended, but doesn't she look a little like Chlo-"
"No," I halted in my steps, turning to him, "She looks nothing like her."
"Okay," he said, putting his hands up in surrender. I sighed, turning to the cafeteria doors which we walked through. We got in the lunch line, got the food which, surprisingly, our school has pretty good food. "Are we eating out back again?" Brandon asked.
"I don't care, if you want," I shrugged.
"Let's just go, all you're gonna hear in here is 'did you see the new girl?'" he rolled his eyes.
I turned around to head for the exit but crashed right into someone.
"Please tell me this is a joke." I looked up and saw, low and behold, the new girl.
"That might stain," Brandon spoke up. Both of us looked down at the juice box that she spilled.
I kind of spilled it when we crashed.
Point it, the juice box knocked over and spilled. All over her.
She sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "You know, it's funny. I was just talking about what an asshole you are," she said while setting her tray down on the nearest table and grabbing the tissues out of my tray, wiping her shirt.
"What an asshole I am?" I scoffed, "I haven't said one word to you."
"Oh, please," she rolled her eyes, "All you've done is smirk and get on my nerves."
"Emma, just... Come on, I have a spare shirt in my gym locker, I'll give it to you," Kendall said, nudging Emma's shoulder. I know Kendall because Brandon knows her. They've had a fling in the past, it didn't last.
"No," Emma turned to me, "He spilled the juice box over me, he should be the one giving me a spare shirt."
"I didn't spill the juice box over you, you spilled it over yourself," I retorted.
"You bumped into me!" she exclaimed.
"You clearly weren't looking where you were headed either," I argued.
"Emma, let's just go. Don't talk to him," Kendall said, grabbing Emma's arm.
"Look, I don't care if people here are scared of him, or don't like him, or are obsessed with him. I really don't care. Point is, he spilled juice over me and now he owes me a shirt because like," she paused, "It's Brandon, right?"
"Right," Brandon replied.
"Like Brandon here said, this will stain," she huffed.
"Emma, let's go," Kendall groaned.
"No, he'll give me a shirt first," she said, standing her ground.
"I don't carry around spare shirts, sorry," I shrugged.
"Don't you have your soccer jersey in your locker?" Brandon frowned in confusion.
I glared at him, turning back to her. "Look, I don't..." I trailed off, noticing that her white shirt had started becoming see-through at this point.
"Jesus, fine. Just follow me," I said, throwing my tray onto the table before leaving the cafeteria, noticing all eyes on us. "Is there a show going on?" I asked.
Everyone got back to their own thing and I headed for the boys' locker room with the new girl tagging along. "Wait out here," I demanded. I opened the door and went to my locker, shuffling around, looking for the jersey. It's from last year. I'm still on the team, we just have a new jersey now.
I heard the door slamming shut, the noise echoing. I tilted my head to the side, seeing past the lockers, noticing her walking in like she owned the place. "I thought I told you to wait outside," I said, stepping forward.
"Why? There's nobody in here. It'd just be faster to change here," she shrugged.
"This is the boys' locker room," I spoke slowly as if she were a child. Maybe she'd understand better that way.
"But there are no boys in here," she replied mockingly.
"Thank you," she smiled, taking the jersey out of my hands and going behind the wall, to the showers.
I didn't turn and try to look, I'm not one to perv around strangers.
She came back out moments later while letting her hair down, running her fingers through it.
She threw her own shirt in the trash can and then turned to the door, aiming to leave.
"No thanks?" I asked, looking at her. When she stopped in her tracks and turned to me, giving me a full view of her, I realized Brandon was right.
She does look like her.
She looks exactly like her, especially in my jersey. She-
"Thank you for? Spilling juice all over me?" she asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at her while she opened the door and strutted out confidently.
She is exactly like her.
"God, what mind games are you playing with me?
" I asked myself, rummaging through my locker for the spare pack of cigarettes.
I grabbed one, throwing the box back, and then headed out for the back of the building.
I noticed a couple of teachers looking my way, the ones who linger in the hallways.
"Mr. R," I nodded, before jogging out the door.
I opened the door, letting out a breath I had been holding in, slumping down against the wall.
After I had been there for about 25 minutes, I heard footsteps. I shot up and quickly killed the cigarette.
"Yeah, I know. I just... I don't know, I kind of miss my friends from Miami."
Miami?
I looked to the right and saw Kendall and Emma walking around. Emma was kicking a rock along with her. I sat back down on the concrete and they didn't see me as they walked past.
"Well, this is no Miami, but I'm sure you'll like it, Emma. Trust me," Kendall said, squeezing her in a hug. "So, any boys that caught your eye?" I found myself listening in, even though I had absolutely no reason to do so.
"Maybe, I'll never tell," Emma laughed. Emma's laugh wasn't like hers. It was different. I leaned forward, taking a peek at her.
Looking at her from behind, if I didn't know who she was, I'd think it was her.
I then started panicking, it started getting harder to breathe.
I needed to get out of here. I shot up once again, dusting myself off before opening the door and walking inside.
I took a few deep breaths as everyone told me to do whenever this happens and slowly but surely, it worked.
I stopped panicking. I went a little numb for a while.
The door that I was leaning against was pushed open and sent me stumbling back. "Ouch," she mumbled.
"You've got to be kidding," I mumbled under my breath.
"Are you stupid? Leaning against the door like that?" she asked, coming inside.
"Are you stupid? Opening it so hard?" I asked mockingly.
"This isn't your bedroom where I'm gonna knock for your permission," she rolled her eyes again.
"If it was, you certainly would not get my permission," I scoffed.
"I certainly would not want it anyway," she argued.
"You wouldn't get it, even if you wanted it."
"But I wouldn't want it. Ah-ha," she smirked before sauntering off.
"Ooh, new girl caught your eye?" someone asked, bumping my shoulder harshly. I let out a sigh. I was hoping I wouldn't run into this fuckface today.
"No, Jaxon. I was hoping we weren't doing this today," I mumbled.
"Doing what?" he asked, feigning confusion.
"Having a brawl," I replied.
"This is no brawl," he chuckled, "It's just some nice boys time."
"I don't need your boys time," I said, shoving his arm off my shoulder. I've been in more than 10 fights with this douchebag and he just doesn't know when to stop. Even though he loses every single time.
I started walking in the direction of my locker, halting when he said, "You know she looks like her, don't you?"
I turned around to face him. "She looks nothing like her," I lied.
"Yeah, she does," he nodded, inching closer to me. I towered over him, by quite a few inches, I thank my genes for that. "She looks just like your pretty little Chloe," he smirked.
When he said her name, all I saw was red. I was blinded purely by rage and anger and it felt like there was a fire lit up within my core. And I swung at him, punching him square in the jaw, hard enough that it hurt my hand a little bit too. He stumbled back but the wall caught him and kept him up.
"Don't you dare say her name again, do you fucking hear me?" I seethed, stepping closer to him.
He chuckled, wiping away the blood from his lip. I grabbed his shirt in my fists, eager to hit him again but I don't want more trouble. I've already been in enough.
I threw him against the wall, walking away from there.
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