Undercover Weirdo

It was the middle of second period when I finally decided I didn’t wanna be at school anymore. I simply can not stand this teacher, all she does is stand in front of the class and talk about her personal life. I couldn’t tell you one thing I’ve learned from this class. So as usual I raised my hand and asked to go to the restroom.

“Go ahead Raven, just try to hurry, I’m about to get to the good part of my story!”

There’s a good part to the story of how her grandma lost her sight? Whatever. As I’m standing up and walking out I hear one of the guys on the football team say something to me.

“Don’t trip on those chains suicide squad!” Right after he says it I hear Brittany, his girlfriend, slap him on the arm and tell him to shut up. All of his friends get a good laugh out of it but I don’t know why she bothers with him, she’s too pretty for him and he doesn’t treat her right.

I don’t take the short route to the bathroom, why would I? So I can hurry to get back and hear about Mrs. Kennidi’s grandma or dog? What a shame that would be. It’s not long after I leave the classroom that I hear heels clacking behind me. I don’t bother to check who it is, it’d probably cause more harassment from one of the jockeys' plastic Barbie girlfriends. I can hear the heels getting closer and speeding up, like they’re trying to catch up to me.

“Hey, wait up!” It’s Brittany. Shocker she usually is never caught dead without her boyfriend or her little cheerleader posse.

“What do you want?” I mumble behind me, she’s close enough to hear me now surprisingly. I don’t know how she can walk in those shoes all day.

“I just wanted to apologize for the way Tyler acted earlier. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

She’s trying to sympathize? Really? Why does she even care? As I walk into the bathroom I still hear her clacking behind me and talking again.

“I just think it was so unnecessary, I think the chains on your shoes are cool, did you buy them like that or put them on?”

She acts like she’s interested in getting some. Too bad for her I guess. “I put them on myself,” I say in a snappy tone, I don’t know why she’s never been rude to me or my friends even though we’re the type of people her group makes fun of. My friends have told me she always gives sympathetic looks toward them while her boyfriend and his friends torment them. She’s never done much about it though or apologized for it before like she is now.

“Wow, that’s really cool, how’d you do it?”

Is she actually interested? “I painted key rings black and put them onto the holes where the shoelaces go, and attached the chains to each side.” I lifted my foot a bit to show her a closer look.

“I should do that to my boots when I get home, I just hope I have some leftover chains from the last time I tried putting them on stuff.

“What?” I didn’t mean for that to slip out but boots and chains? From a girl who wears heels and bows to school everyday? Must’ve been from Halloween.

“Yeah, I found one of my moms old leather jackets from when she was in high school and I tried putting them across the sleeves but it didn't go too well. It would’ve looked so good with my black leather mini skirt that has the chain belt, and my thigh high boots. It was a bummer really, I cried about it.”

She started laughing at herself while I was still standing there leaning on the sink wondering what she was talking about. Why was she trying to create a type of outfit I would wear when she looks like that?

“I can tell by the way you’re looking at me,” I shut my lips tight and dropped my brows back down, and blinked a couple times. “that you’re probably thinking, ‘What’s Ms. Basic over here doing trying to wear a cooler outfit?’” while making quotations in the air and swinging side to side. “We’re not as different as you think, you think I wanna look like this all the time and wear these uncomfortable shoes just to walk the halls all day? I don’t, but my parents wanted me to be a cheerleader for the school, so I could get into college, even though they know I don’t wanna go to college.”

My eyebrows are back to where I dropped them from, my mouth is getting dry from being open, and my eyes are burning from not blinking.

“Being a cheerleader I had to keep with the look as the rest of them to be on the team and not be excluded and rejected immediately. I have a whole separate wardrobe at home. I just don’t wear it much in public seeing as someone from the cheer team or football team is always with me. Honestly it’s tiring.” She goes over to the sink and sits down on top of it.

I bring myself back to the conversation, and just as I’m about to start asking questions.

“Wanna hang out after school and help me put those chains on my jacket, and maybe my boots so we can match? If that’s okay with you.” Brittany looked at me with an excited and hopeful look in her eyes.

“Uhhh, yeah sure, but it’s Friday; Isn't there a game tonight?

“I quit the cheer team this morning. I just haven’t told anyone yet, honestly I don’t think I’m going to either. They’ll find out when I don’t show up, I’ll probably break up with Tyler right after too. Since it’s the rival team that we have a winning streak against. I wanna ruin it for him if they do win, and if they don’t, make his night even worse.”

“Why would you do that though? I don’t care about him or the games, but don’t you?”

“No, I never really wanted to get with him anyway, but my parents are friends with his so they set us up together. But anyway, enough of that, my house or yours?”

I finally settle and come back to reality, I sit on the sink next to her. “All my stuff for the installation is at my house but now I’m interested in this secret wardrobe and what your room looks like so yours?”

“That works for me, since you don’t drive to school, you can ride with me and we can stop at your house first since it’s close then go straight to mine.”

“Okay cool.”

Right as we finish our conversation the bell rings, were we really in here for that long? Her boyfriend must be freaking out thinking I killed her or something. When she gets off the sink I expect her to walk straight out, but instead she stands and waits for me. Maybe instead of thinking I killed her, he’ll think I’m the reason she’s breaking up with him tonight. That’ll make that bad night so much worse.