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* I decided I want this story to be in first person instead. I like it better.
-this is irrelevant since I'm actually taking the time to proofread my work this time around.

DO YOU KNOW when you have exams and you have the sudden instinct to cram so your family won't disown you and you won't fail at life? Yeah, that's what Alosia and her band of misfits were doing; except they weren't studying exams, they were studying boys at this school. More specifically, Finn Wolfhard and his friends.

      
I didn't know why, but I just needed to know who this kid was and why he was the cockiest sixteen-year-old on the planet. He seemed to be some 'big man on campus' I hated it; and kinda him. Like a healthy rival, someone I can humiliate athletically and still be cool with, that's what we had. He started it, and it's only been a week.

We were all in my dorm, on the floor, with my roommate gone. Books were sprawled on the ground and on our laps, some were held, and the phones were being occupied. All of this just to find out one thing: who is Finn Wolfhard?

"He's on the football team with you." Amber said as she closed a year book and opened an athletic registry book. This school kept records of all athletes to the most minor sports to the largest of Leagues or teams.

I nodded at her as Cara spoke, "Everyone says he's some sort of magician cause he finds some way out of trouble." She hung up Millie's bedside landline.

"His friend, Caleb, is in my French class, and he says he's alright once you get to know him." Alexanderia whispered as she sat on my bed next to me, covering the end of the phone closest to her mouth.

"Of course, they're friends, Alex." Marta said as if it were oblivious. As she skimmed through her phone, social media is a teenage girl's best friend when you need to find out who someone is.

"This guy knows him and said he's sneaky, but says that they're always talked about. Star athlete and whatnot." I said as I laid on my stomach and looked over my friends. Cara raised her brow, and asked timidly.

"The guy you've been seeing?" She said quietly. Quiet Cara, that's who she always is.

"His name is Chosen and I'm not seeing him, he just walks me back to my room from practice." I corrected her and shrugged. She nodded and stuffed her nose back into her book. Alexanderia scoffed and leaned back into my pillows.

Chosen Jacobs: He doesn't do much. I thought that someone like him would be good for someone like me. He's a nice moral compass because sometimes I know that I should think before I do what I do but I don't. I might like him.

"Just, don't make too much of a scene or else no one would trust us ever again." Marta said, her parents would kill her if they found out about the stuff we do. I don't have rules I have morals and mottos like;

1. Life is about breaking rules and having fun.

2. Don't question other's religion and stick to yours.

3. Make a mess and have fun doing it.

4. Only hurt someone if you have to.

5. Try your best even if it's the worst.

6. Miss me with that bullshit, don't have time for negativity.

I never really noticed that I obliged by this list until I was thirteen and really thought about it when I was up late one night. I thought they were okay, they've gotten me this far and I'm still alive.

Anyways, this is what my night consisted of, until nine o'clock hit, that's when I usually go to sleep. Not because I have a bedtime, but because I get angry at that specific time every night.

Morning hit and I was already up getting ready. For the first time since I've been here Millie wasn't gone at the first sight of light. She laid peacefully in her bed and made slight movements when she felt necessary, like if a draft hit, and slept.

I left her a note saying: I'm going to get us more berries today. Every dorm room came equipped with with a mini-fridge and Millie was a fan of berries, I on the other hand always had water. We've been doing training before tryouts and Coach demands us to drink a gallon of water a day. I've been successful so far.

It was a little later in the day and I was in my favorite class; gym. Sports players, well people trying out, had to workout. Everyone else were playing an intense game of kickball with the brutes who didn't want to be on the field like us. Right now I was doing laps, on my eighth lap to be exact.

"My chest....is on fire." Marta heaved from beside me. My shirt had come up a bit and the breeze felt nice, like refreshing nice.

"The only thing...getting me through this...is him." I said painfully as I nodded up a little ways in front of us. There's this guy in our gym class, name's Conner, he's nice to look at.

"I'd so go up there and flirt if it didn't look like I just went swimming, oh god," She said stopping, I stopped with her and decided that a break wouldn't kill us, "I'm dying."

I placed my hands on my hips and twisted to try and some air. She placed hers on her knees and began heaving harshly. Please don't die I don't think I have the energy to carry you to the infirmary.

"What's wrong ladies?" A familiar voice started up with little exhaustion in his tone. I straightened up and masked whatever weakness was visible. Finn stopped and stretched, his figure stood above me and he had an annoying smirk on his face.

"Nothing, we're fine." I said trying my best to painfully hold in my breath. I heard a loud cough come from my friend.

"Speak for yourself," She said as she started to limp to the sidelines, "I'm gonna go chug a waterfall." She said.

"What about you, princess, you good?" I wanna punch him, I want to hit him.

No, "Yes, Of course, why?" I started to jog, as did he.

"Just asking, wouldn't want you running alone, now, would we?" I picked up the pace of my jog, as did he.

"Well, I can, assure you I'm okay, thank you, Finn." I picked up my pace, as did he. What the hell type of competition?

Without even knowing we were both racing each other around the field. My already hurting heart now inflamed to its extent. Everything burned and hurt. Yet, I kept the mask on that I was fine and finally stopped as coach blew the whistle, we hadn't realized it, but the rest of the class dropped the running long ago.

After a few moments we were all dispersing, Marta finally talking to Conner as she was still breathing heavy. Finn handed me a water and I took it, chugging almost all of it.

"Not very ladylike for someone who went to Etiquette school." He chuckled, my face staying cold.

"You're good." I said sitting down on the bench.

"I know," he said then after awhile added, "so are you." I rolled my eyes at him as I downed some more water, "no I mean it, you are."

"I know," I said mocking him which made him chuckle. I stole his smirk and placed it upon my lips, "thank you."

He quirked an eyebrow, "for what?"

"The fun." I said as I grabbed my shirt from the back of my neck and pulled it over my head, "You're good at not being boring." His jaw clenched and his smirk faltered a bit.

"Thanks," he muttered as he gathered his duffel bag, as did I, "what's your class before this one?" He'd asked as we began walking.

"Bio with Archer, why?" I quirked my brow at the boy as we walked, I tried my best to pay off some of the sweat from my forehead, my sports bra is now covered in boob sweat.

"Expect me after class tomorrow, I'll wait for you." He spoke, I stopped and watched him walk away from me with a hand in the pocket of his sweats and the other grasping his duffel bag.

Research was definitely needed.

Finished: Saturday, March 24, 2018. 11:48 pm.

Published: Thursday, March 28, 2018. 9:54 pm.

Republished: Thursday, September 12, 2019. 11:38 pm.