When The Going Gets Tough

A Sort of Friend

So for the rest of the week we would say morning at our lockers nod at each other in the halls and sit at our lunch table, not really talking about anything except the weather, what lessons we had later that day, all very light and nothing serious, it was nice. I haven't had a friend in a long time and while we were clearly only sort of friends through our desire to disappear, it was simply just nice to not be alone in my loneliness, if I had to be honest with myself I hadn't realised how lonely I was before now. 

Friday 3rd period bell has rung and I rush to the girls bathroom because grabbing my lunch, probably only a piece of fruit today as I still hadn't been able to top up my prepaid card, while I was pondering my lunch options on the toilet I hear the door open and the unmistakable high pitched giggle of Polly, yes you would think sweet girl with pigtails, pastures daughter, well you would be right except Polly was not so sweet, she was queen bee at school and the pigtails were purely for seduction, the way she would twist her fingers round her blond perfect light bouncy curled which fall from her pigtails and the 'f**k me eyes' she's uses on all the boys when she wants something. If gossip was to be believed she was sleeping with the History teacher Mr. Marshall, don't get me wrong he is a young very attractive man but gross if it's true, we are 17, and he is about 32!.

"Have you spoken to the new guy yet? Have you seen those eyes, you could just lose yourself in them, oh and those muscles, I saw him running track yesterday, I just wanted to mount him then and there" Polly exclaims.

"He is definitely major eye candy, I need to stalk his next gym session to see what the guys packing!!!" Tiffany gushes. 

"I'm going to make him mine, he would look great on my arm" Polly states like she could just will this to be true and it will happen.

"Ha, you would have to get him to talk to you first, as far as my intel goes, he hasn't said two words to anyone, couldn't even tell you where he has lunch, he doesn't hang I side or by the square," Gemma says. 

I'm suddenly furious, they can't take my sort of friend away from me, he's certainly hot enough to be popular, these girls could make him prom king by the winter dance in December. Oh what am I doing, I can't afford to be thinking like this, s**t, I've gone and got all territorial over 47. 

The door opens again and trio stop gossiping about Jackson, on one hand, I'm glad, I don't need to hear that!! But on the other, what is Polly's plan?!

I leave the stall, wash my hands and head to the canteen, banana by the way is what I decided to have. 

One banana acquired and 40p lighter on my prepaid card I head to our lunch table. 

I turn the corner and there ahead if me approaching the table is Polly, Tiffany, and Gemma. I think about bolting but 47 makes eye contact and the look in his eyes almost screams 'don't you dare leave me' ... I mean it might be wishful thinking so I head on over.