Three Guys and The Girl

I Think I Like This Girl

Oh Friday, how I love you so much.

That would be my first thought this morning. This week went by fast. I sat with Dylan and his friends the last week for lunch. All his friends introduced themselves to me but I didn't really listen to them. Dylan's friends are your cliche jocks, the populars, every girl wants to be with them and every guy wants to be them.

I get out of bed and hop into a quick shower and get ready for school. After I dry my long brown hair and curl the ends and get dressed into my white skirt and black shirt and black ankle heels to match.

What? I dress up on Fridays, sue me.

I jog down stairs making a click clack sound with my three inch heels.

"Hey Alice." I greet her with a smile on my face as I sit down at the island sipping my orange juice that she had poured for me.

"Hi sweetie." She says while scooping the over easy egg onto a plate for me.

"I haven't had a chance to tell you but I absolutely love your hair." I say looking at her dark red curly hair.

"Really? Thanks you're so nice sweetie." She says sweeping the floor.

I just give her a smile in return, and grab my bag and keys then head out the door. I back out of the drive way and pull up in front of Dlyan's house and honk. After about a minute or so he comes out of the front door and walks down the path leading to the road, where I'm waiting for him.

"Hey, thanks for giving me a ride." He says, once again. He's been saying that ever since Tuesday when he texted me saying that his mom actually did take his keys away and needs a ride to school.

"Seriously, stop saying thank you, but just so you know I only agreed to do this until you get your keys back." I say zooming off to school. When I reach my usual parking spot we both get out and go into the school building. I get glares from the popular girls who wish they could be walking next to Dylan.

Why are they so... girly?

Once we walk in the front doors we usually go our separate ways until lunch, but today he doesn't go the way he usually does.

"Uh, where are you going?" I ask as soon as I notice him going the same way I am.

"I'm walking you to your locker." I give him a look of confusion. "Did you not see the way those girls were glaring at you? They pop out of no where and push other girls around. I've seen it." He says looking a little worried.

Why would he be worried?

"In case you haven't noticed, I can very well take care of myself." I say putting in my combination to my locker and open it.

"I just want to make sure that they don't pick on you." He says again.

"Seriously, why do you even care?" I say pulling out the books I need for first period, and slamming my locker shut then lean against it, facing him.

"Do I have to have a reason to?" By now people have stopped to see what's going on, and before we know it, we have an audience.

"Yes." I say holding my books with my hands and pulling it closer to my chest.

Don't start an argument, this is only your first week and he is your only friend right now.

I don't care. He's the one not giving me a damn reason. I can take care of myself.

He hasn't answered yet. "That's what I thought. Dylan I don't need your protection." I say pushing my self off the locker and look at the the people that have gathered around us. "What are you looking at? Shows over." With that I walk away into my first period class.

Before I know it it's already third period, right before lunch, and I'm probably going to have to be that loner who has no friends and has to sit alone at lunch.

My math teacher is going on about something involving angles.

"So I heard that you and Dylan Sun got into it before school, is that true?" A dirty blonde haired girl who sits next to me says.

I look over at her, chewing my gum, and raising an eyebrow, "Yeah so?"

"So the whole school is talking about it." She says with a little to much excitement on her face if you as me.

"Why should I care?"

"Oh good you passed." She says once again.

"Excuse me?" I say rasing both my eyebrows.

"It was a test. I've been watching you and Dylan Sun and then that other new guy Sam Taylor I think, but anyways you seem like the kind of person who just doesn't care what people think and I test that by acting I'm a high pitched girly girly." She explains. "I'm Jenifer, but you can call me Jen." She extends her hand for me to shake.

And I take it.

"Lizzy." I introduce myself.

"I know," she laughs, " I'm going to call you Liz, okay?" She saus smiling

"Uh I don't--"

"Okay great."

"Uh, okay" I chuckle at her.

I think I like this girl.

"Oh! I'll come with you to your locker and then you're going to sit with us at lunch, sound good?" She chirps again.

"Yeah." I laugh.

It's been awhile since I've laughed, like for real laughed a real laugh.

After about ten more minutes of listening to the teacher go on and on about how cool angles are, the bell rings, telling us that it's time for lunch.

"So, where's your locker?" Jen comes up beside me.

"The 200 hall." I say. "But after, I go to the lunch room."

The school names their halls from 100 to 500, from the numbers of the classrooms.

"Oo, I'm on my way to the lunch room too so we can get food together." She says readjusting her shoulder bag on her shoulder.

When we reach my locker, I open it and take out my math books and put them in the correct spot, then we both head to lunch.

When we get our lunches Jen leads us to a table that has two other people at it. Two guys.

"Hey guys!" Jen says when we reach the table.

"Hey Jen." The both say at the same time.

Wow, okay that's a little creepy.

"Guys, this is Lizzy, but we can call her Liz."

"No, you can't she just started calling me that." I say half laughing.

"Whatever," she laughs, "Anyways, this is Chase," she points to a guy that has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. "And Mason." She points to the other boy who has light brown hair and green eyes.

"Hey." I say with a smile.