High school fuckers

Chapter 2: The Diner

Krissy's Point of View

I struggled to get out of bed. My body yearned for more sleep. It was the Monday after the dreaded party. I spent all weekend doing homework, hoping to forget about the party. The hangover definitely didn't help. My mom thought I was just getting sick with a cold.

To make it worse, Blake wouldn't stop texting me, which didn't help my predicament. I had to shut my phone off because he kept sending message after message. I don't know what he wants. He just keeps sending stuff like "call me. lets hang? babe text me back". I didn't realize he was so clingy. Girls always say that he never even messages them back.

I walked over to my closet to choose my outfit for the day. I grabbed a pair of dark wash jeans and a plain red short sleeved t-shirt. I slid them on, grabbing my pair of not so white Vans too.

"Krissy! School!" My mom shouted. I quickly ran into my bathroom, throwing up my hair into a high ponytail. I brushed my teeth and walked out of my bathroom. Grabbing my plain black backpack, I ran down the stairs.

"I'm here." I said to my mom between breaths. Dang. I really needed to go to the gym. How could I get tired just running down the stairs?

"Sit. Breakfast is ready." Mom ordered. I nodded. She set a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me with toast on the side. I grabbed a piece of bread, biting into it, as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." I told my mom. I got up from my seat, walking to the front door. I opened it, revealing my best friend. She had a worried look on her face.

"Thank god you haven't left." She said walking in. She turned to look at me. Worried lines on her perfectly done make-up face.

"Um hi?" I said confused. Why was she here? I would usually meet her at school. I love driving my car. It's an old Toyota Corolla but I didn't care. My parents bought it for me as my sixteenth birthday present. I was not expecting it.

"Okay good. You are wearing something not flashy." She said inspecting my outfit. I looked down. I didn't see anything wrong with it. It's what I wore every day. I didn't go to school dressed for some fashion show. I went to learn and finish school so I could become a lawyer.

I don't understand how some girls wear heels and skirts every day. Don't they get uncomfortable in them? Morgan wears them and she complains after the day. I just don't get why they torture themselves.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"We need to make sure Blake doesn't recognize you. He met you wearing my clothes. You had makeup on and your hair was done." Morgan said. I nodded. Yes, that was all true. I'm sure he would have never looked my way if I was dressed as my regular self.

"We just need to make sure you never cross paths with him. He won't be able to recognize you at first but if he stares long enough, he will." Morgan said. I felt my heart beating fast. I did not want to run into him. I had no clue what we did, but I knew I did not want to relive it. Whatever happened with Blake was a huge mistake, one I never want to repeat.

"Now come on." Morgan said walking out the front door.

"Alright. Let me grab my stuff." I said walking back into my kitchen. My mom was washing the dishes.

"Who is it?" My mom asked when she saw me walk in.

"Morgan. She dropped something off. I'm going to school now." I said. I took a bite from my eggs before placing the rest in the trash. I handed the dish to my mom.

"Aright. Have a good day at school Krissy." Mom said. She began to wash the plate.

"Thanks." I said walking out. I grabbed my backpack, walking out of my house. Morgan was leaning up against her car.

"Let's go. I know Blake doesn't show up at school until the bell rings. You'll be able to get inside without being seen." Morgan said unlocking her car.

"Alright." I said. I unlocked my own car, getting in.

-

People were looking around as they heard doors slam. They were waiting for Blake, him being the most wanted guy at school. They saw me and then disregarded my appearance. No one ever cared about me. I was the school's nerd, the book worm, the smartest kid. People only talk to me when they need help on homework or want to copy.

Usually, I would be bullied or made fun of, being the typical cliché, but being Morgan's best friend saved me from the humiliation. I guess she vowed to torture anyone who tortured me. For that, I was appreciative.

"Okay. We have fifteen minutes before school starts." Morgan said texting on her phone. We walked into the school building. Our lockers were at the end of the hall. All seniors get the lockers on the first floor. Juniors get the second, sophomores third, and freshmen fourth. Our school was huge. The important things like the library, cafeteria, and gym were on the first floor. Classes that aren't as popular get the top floor. Everything in between is on the second and third.

"You don't have any classes with him, right?" Morgan asked when we reached my locker. Unlocking it, I reached for my AP Government book. I had Gov. first period.

"No. I'm in all AP classes, besides Spanish." I said. I forgot about my foreign language credits last year, so i'm in Spanish 2. I wouldn't have to take Spanish if my parents would teach me. My mom is from Argentina and my dad studied abroad in Spain during his college years. So I should be fluent, but they never thought to share their language with me. Now i'm stuck learning it with a bunch of idiots who couldn't care less about the language.

"I doubt he has Spanish." Morgan said. Her locker was next to mine. She was putting on lipgloss in the small mirror she had hung. Her locker was decorated in everything girly, while mine was plain and full of books.

"I've never seen him before." I said. I stuffed my backpack into my locker shutting it.

"We'll talk more at lunch. Be careful." Morgan said shutting hers. I nodded. She walked away to her class. I took a deep breath, walking to mine.

-

It was fourth period, which means it's lunch. Seniors have lunch during fourth period, juniors have third and sophomores and freshman have fifth. I think it's rather early for lunch during third period, but it's not my problem anymore.

I put all my books away into my locker and grabbed some money and my backpack. I shut my locker, following the rest of the seniors into the cafeteria. I got in line behind some girl I used to have class with.

"There you are." Morgan said coming up behind me. She cut in front of a group of guys. I rolled my eyes. The boys didn't care that she cut in line. All they wanted was to bang her. Their stares were evident on that. I guess being hot and popular did have its pros.

"Hey." I said to her. The line moved forward.

"So nothing right?" She asked. I shook my head. I managed to get through history, math, and english without bumping into him. I had Spanish next, so I was kind of worried.

"I have Spanish next." I said. I grabbed a tray and put a piece of pepperoni pizza on it. I then grabbed french fries and a Sprite, before walking over to pay. I handed my money to the lunch lady.

"So I asked around and no one knows if he has Spanish, so I think you're good." Morgan said. She was walking behind me while carrying a tray of salad and a water. We walked over to our usual table.

We sat near the window in the back of the cafeteria. If I wasn't here, Morgan would sit in the middle of the cafeteria with her popular friends. They'll try and convince her to ditch me but she doesn't.

"Okay good." I said plopping a fry in my mouth. Yummy saltiness.

"Do you have a sixth hour?" Morgan asked. I nodded. I was about to reply when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I took it out, seeing a text message. I unlocked my phone.

hey babe

"It's a text from him." I whispered to Morgan. I looked around the cafeteria for him. I couldn't see him. Maybe he wasn't here today.

"What does it say?" Morgan asked. I showed her my phone.

"I think you should reply." Morgan said. I gasped.

"No! Why would I reply?" I asked. I locked my phone, setting it on the table. It buzzed again.

im going to send texts until you reply(;

"Morgan." I said showing her.

"He doesn't know you. Let's just mess with him." She said taking my phone. She started to type something before sliding my phone back to me. I read the message.

hey

"So original." I said rolling my eyes. I took a bite of my pizza, still looking around. I couldn't see him anywhere. Maybe he wasn't at school. God, I hoped he wasn't. I don't know what I would do if I ran into him. What if he recognized me immediately?

"Let's just see what he wants." Morgan said. She stuffed her mouth with green leaves. How she ate salads, I'll ever know.

tell me your name gorgeous. i cant stop thinking about you

"Morgan, what do I say now?" I said showing her.

"Make up a fake name." She said. I thought. What should I say?

kate

"Kate? Really?" Morgan chuckled. I shrugged.

can i see you?

"Oh heck no." I said locking my phone. I can't keep texting him. I'm bound to tell him who I am. He's going to figure it out.

"Say no." Morgan said.

dunno. maybe.

"That's good." Morgan said. I felt relief.

i miss your gorgeous face

"Cliché." I said aloud. Morgan chuckled.                                                                                                                thats too bad(;

"Damn. Flirting already." Morgan smirked. I rolled my eyes.

i know you had fun to babe

"He used the wrong too." I said. I hated when people had incorrect grammar. It's one of my pet peeves.

"Grammar geek." She joked. I was about to reply when the bell rang. "I'll see you later. Keep me updated on your boy." She smirked. I groaned. We both got up, taking our trays to the trash. She waved, leaving me alone. I felt my phone buzz again. I unlocked it, seeing another text from him.

what class do you have next?

Seriously? There was no way I was telling him. I am not risking my cover. I don't even know why i'm texting him now. I have no reason to.

I shook my head free of my thoughts of Blake, walking to Spanish. I looked around to make sure I didn't bump into him. There was no sign of him. I walked into class, sitting down in my usual spot near the front. I took out my notebook and pencil.

"¡Hola clase!" Our teacher Señora Castro asked walking in. She was medium height with long black hair. Her skin was tan, making it evident that she was hispanic.

"¡Hola!" We replied. I looked around, not seeing Blake. Thank god.

"We have a new student, well not new." Mrs. Castro said. The door to the classroom then opened. I felt my heart stop beating.

Oh no.

It's Blake. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a white v-neck, and his signature black leather jacket. His blond hair was tousled as if someone had just finished running their hands through it. I wouldn't doubt that someone did.

What the heck is he doing in my class? He has never had Spanish before. He can not just transfer in during the middle of the semester. This plan is going down hill. He is going to recognize me!

"Sorry i'm late. I couldn't find this classroom." Blake said nonchalantly.

"Class, you all may already know Blake Tyler." She said giving him a look. Blake rolled his eyes. "Please take a seat."

"Alright." Blake said. He looked around the class, browsing around. I slightly turned, seeing the girls behind me. They were all fixing their hair and batting their eyelashes. I rolled my eyes.

"Sit!" Mrs. Castro said. Blake rolled his eyes before taking a seat in the back of the classroom. He sat down next to some blond. She looked like she was about to faint. I looked back towards the board, seeing the clock on top. Only forty more minutes before I can go to Biology. This was going to be a long day.

-

I threw my backpack into my passenger seat. I shut the driver's side door and turned on my car. I felt myself relax. I managed to go the entire day without being recognized. Thank god he didn't recognize me in Spanish. I don't know how i'm going to be able to finish the rest of the year with him. I don't understand why he's even in my class. Hopefully he'll leave me alone soon. He texted me the entire day.

im in spanish.

the principal said i needed to take some foreign language to graduate.

babe.

kate?

this class is so stupid.

wanna hangout?

kate.

gorgeous.

stop ignoring me ://

I had to shut my phone off. He was getting annoying. Hopefully my mom didn't text me. She'll kill me if I didn't answer. I reached for my phone from my backpack, seeing a text from my dad.

hey kris, mom and i are going out for dinner. be home later. love dad.

Well looks like i'll be alone after work. I started up my car, driving to work. I worked at the neighborhood diner. I was a waitress there after school for a couple of hours. The only reason I worked was to save money for Harvard. My parents won't be able to pay for it on their own and I won't let them.

I parked my car in my usual spot, before hopping out. I locked my car and walked inside. The bell above the door rung, signaling someone new was inside.

"Hey Krissy!" My boss said when she spotted me.

"Hi Julia." I said. Julia is in her late fifties, evident with her black and white hair. She owned the diner. She opened it up when she was in her early 20's. She says it had been her dream since she took culinary in high school. Sometimes I wished I took the class. Cooking for a grade seems fun.

"How was your weekend? How was the party?" She asked. I groaned. "Not good?" I shook my head.

"No. It was fun. Well the pieces I can remember." I said. I went behind the counter, grabbing my apron. I tied it around my waist, dropping my bag underneath the counter.

"You got drunk?" She asked surprised. I nodded, hanging my head down. I was going to regret that decision forever.

"Yeah." I sighed.

"I cannot believe it. Hannah! Come here." Julia called out.

Hannah was the other waitress here. She lived in the next town over but worked here. She was around my age, but a year older, and super friendly. She is also incredibly pretty with her long blond hair and curvy body. She was a cheerleader before she graduated last year.

"Hey Kris, what's up Julia?" She asked. She flipped her blond curls over her shoulder.

"Krissy got drunk at that party she went to." Julia said in a singing voice. Hannah gasped.

"No way!" Hannah said. I rolled my eyes. This wasn't such a big deal. So what if I acted like a teenager just once.

"What else happened?" Julia asked. I was about to reply when my phone buzzed again.

what are you up to gorgeous?

"Who is that?" Hannah smirked. I shoved my phone in my pocket, feeling my face grow hot.

"No one." I said walking away. I saw a couple sit down in a booth. It was in my section.

"We aren't done." Julia sang. I rolled my eyes. They were going to want every single detail. Too bad I didn't know them all.

"Hello. I'm Krissy." I said walking up to the booth. It was the mean girl of school Adrianna sitting across from Blake.

Oh no.

"Do I know you?" Adrianna said in disgust as I stood there. I shook my head.

"I don't think so." I said acting innocent. I gulped. He was bound to recognize me now. Is it too late to have Hannah take this table?

"Are you sure?" He studied me. I shook my head, denying that they knew me. I was going to deny it to the end.

"No. I live in the next town over. What can I get you guys to drink?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I could feel my heart beating super fast.

"Coke." Blake said still looking at me. I felt uncomfortable in his gaze. I subconsciously pushed my glasses up. I didn't like his staring.

"Iced tea." Adrianna said glaring at me.

"I'll be back with them." I said excusing myself. I walked back to the counter, sighing in relief.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Julia asked.

"Hannah, can you take that table please?" I asked. Hannah studied me before nodding.

"What's going on?" She asked. Julia and her waited for me to reply.

"I met that guy at the party. I don't remember what happened between us. He's been texting me since." I said.

"So what does he want?" Hannah asked.

"He doesn't know it's me. I told him my name was Kate. He didn't recognize me but I don't want to risk it." I said.

"What did you do that makes you not want to be seen?" Julia asked. I shrugged.

"That's the problem. I don't remember anything from that night." I sighed in defeat. God, I wished I hadn't listened to Morgan and gone to that party. None of this would be happening. I'm not supposed to be dealing with drama. I'm supposed to be working and saving money while studying for Harvard. Boy drama was not in the equation!

"Hey, are you sure I don't know you?"

I turned around seeing Blake. He was studying me carefully. His blue eyes were piercing into mine. I shook my head.

"No, I don't think so." I said nervously.

"Weren't you at my party?" He asked. Crap.