Andi Whitmoore sat in the left-hand corner of Mr. Brack's classroom trying with all of her
might to be invisible. It was 7th hour - algebra - and she smiled inwardly. The day was almost over and she'd successfully managed to draw absolutely no attention to herself.
Not that it was hard to do - no one ever seemed to notice her. But still, she celebrated her successes when she could. It's not that she didn't WANT to be noticed - she did. With all of her might she wanted someone to talk to her, to smile at her, to be her friend. But that was someone else's life. Andi was forced to realize the ugly truth years ago that she was destined to be a loner.
The desk she sat in was uncomfortable. A metal bar connecting the tabletop to her chair dug into her right leg. Half of her attention was focused on that sore leg - it would surely bruise - while the other half of her mind was acutely aware that her left butt cheek was hanging off of the oh-so-small seat. It was a situation she knew all too well: while she tried desperately to inch her oversized ass into the seat, her thunder thigh conflicted even more with the bar on the opposite side.
She sighed and glanced at the clock. Ten more minutes of this hell. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she clung to the desk. Ever so slightly she turned her head to scope out the other students. Did anyone notice her? All eyes seemed to be focused on the chalkboard. Her heart rate slowed slightly in relief. But then - damn it all to hell - HE glanced up, catching her eye for just a heartbeat. Andi froze like a deer in headlights. She knew staring back would be about as disastrous as actually being hit by an oncoming car, but she couldn’t help herself.
HE was West Brinkley. THE West Brinkley. Everyone knew West. He was that guy in school that was everyone’s friend: popular, nice and devastatingly gorgeous. Andi happened to have shared classroom space with West since kindergarten. He wasn’t always so popular...he went through an awkward stage in middle school that he survived with surprising grace. But it was during those three glorious years that Andi got to know West.
He was the only boy that Andi had ever really spoken to and their brief friendship left a lasting impact on her. Now, three years since they last spoke, Andi longed for just a few seconds of his attention. She knew deep down, of course, that someone like West Brinkley would never give someone like her the time of day. Yet she couldn’t let go of that tiny glimmer of hope.
Her heart sank as he quickly diverted his gaze to Audrey Shepherd.
might to be invisible. It was 7th hour - algebra - and she smiled inwardly. The day was almost over and she'd successfully managed to draw absolutely no attention to herself.
Not that it was hard to do - no one ever seemed to notice her. But still, she celebrated her successes when she could. It's not that she didn't WANT to be noticed - she did. With all of her might she wanted someone to talk to her, to smile at her, to be her friend. But that was someone else's life. Andi was forced to realize the ugly truth years ago that she was destined to be a loner.
The desk she sat in was uncomfortable. A metal bar connecting the tabletop to her chair dug into her right leg. Half of her attention was focused on that sore leg - it would surely bruise - while the other half of her mind was acutely aware that her left butt cheek was hanging off of the oh-so-small seat. It was a situation she knew all too well: while she tried desperately to inch her oversized ass into the seat, her thunder thigh conflicted even more with the bar on the opposite side.
She sighed and glanced at the clock. Ten more minutes of this hell. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she clung to the desk. Ever so slightly she turned her head to scope out the other students. Did anyone notice her? All eyes seemed to be focused on the chalkboard. Her heart rate slowed slightly in relief. But then - damn it all to hell - HE glanced up, catching her eye for just a heartbeat. Andi froze like a deer in headlights. She knew staring back would be about as disastrous as actually being hit by an oncoming car, but she couldn’t help herself.
HE was West Brinkley. THE West Brinkley. Everyone knew West. He was that guy in school that was everyone’s friend: popular, nice and devastatingly gorgeous. Andi happened to have shared classroom space with West since kindergarten. He wasn’t always so popular...he went through an awkward stage in middle school that he survived with surprising grace. But it was during those three glorious years that Andi got to know West.
He was the only boy that Andi had ever really spoken to and their brief friendship left a lasting impact on her. Now, three years since they last spoke, Andi longed for just a few seconds of his attention. She knew deep down, of course, that someone like West Brinkley would never give someone like her the time of day. Yet she couldn’t let go of that tiny glimmer of hope.
Her heart sank as he quickly diverted his gaze to Audrey Shepherd.
