Mister Quarterback and Miss Nobody - chapter 1

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"I'm going to miss you so freaking much, Julie. How the heck am I supposed to survive high school without you?!" I wiped away the tear that had escaped from my eyes and hugged her tightly.

"You’ll survive, trust me. Oh you’re being so over dramatic, Genna. I’ll only be like an hour away!" she rolled her eyes at me but still hugged me back. How could she be so sure of herself when she was moving to another school in her senior year?!

‘Because she’s Julie. Because no matter where she went, everyone loved her. Because she would always be that perfect person guys would fight for and girls would want to kill.’ I thought as jealousy filled my mind.

I sniffed again, dreading tomorrow--the first day of school. I could just hear that horror music in the back of my head every time I thought of it. Suddenly Julie sighed and pulled back, picking up her small suitcase from my front lawn.

"I have to go now. Be strong, my little Gen-gen! Promise you’ll call me as soon as you get home from school tomorrow!" She gave me her biggest smile and held out her pinkie finger.

"I promise, Jewel." I said as I rolled my eyes at our corny pet names.

"Good." She replied, obviously satisfied. Then she hugged me lightly once more, whipped around and made her way to her parents’ BMW, dragging her suit case behind her. Once she was in, she waved back and crossed her fingers, wishing me luck tomorrow. I replied back with the world’s fakest smile and waved back while she disappeared down my street.

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I’ve known Julie since we were five years old. Ever since that day in kindergarten where we shared our lunch and crayons we’ve been more like sisters than best friends. We were more inseparable than Siamese twins. We were tighter than Patrick and SpongeBob. She was my star to my Starbucks and I was her star to her Starburst. You get the point.

Even though we were like the best of friends, Julie was the exact opposite of what I was. She was the silly blonde while I was the boring brunette with blue eyes. In less than two minutes, Julie could have anyone around her fingers and make them do anything. Me? I’m too shy and awkward to talk to strangers unless I absolutely have to. And THOSE conversations never turn out so well, either. I was the innocent goody two-shoes and the party pooper while she was the bad girl and the life of the party. She had a great body that she could flaunt and flirt with while I was straight as a stick, if you know what I mean. Her parents were millionaires and mine were just average and over protective History teachers. She could have every guy in the school while I only had ONE boyfriend ever in my life, and that was in fourth grade…I loved Julie to death but always being compared to her sucked. It was like I didn’t even exist unless I was with her. I always felt like the crappy toy you get that NO ONE wanted from McDonald’s when you ordered a Kid's Meal. Of course, Julie was the yummy burger in that scenario.

Even though being friends with Julie had some down sides to it, it had its benefits, too. Julie was my ticket to popularity. Well, something close to it anyway. So even though I was constantly jealous of her, I had to admit, she was one damn good friend. Julie brought me to every party she was ever invited and I always had a reserved spot right next to her in the "popular" lunch table. Plus she always introduced me to guys and tried to hook me up but I was just too shy to do anything about it. Being compared to her was pretty bad but I at least didn’t have to eat alone in school. At least I had someone to hang out with after school. At least I wasn’t a complete loser.

But now that Julie was gone, I was terrifyingly alone. Now I really am a complete loser. I hated myself so much for not trying harder to make more friends than just Julie. Ugh! Life sucks when you’re a ‘nobody’.

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I took a deep breath before I entered the school building. This was it. The first day of school as a senior. The first of many horrible days as an outcast. As I pushed open the glass door of the building, the smell of chalk and coffee welcomed me back to my personal hell. The excitement of every other student here was almost tangible. The hallways were crowded with freshman’s trying to find their lockers and classes while sophomores, juniors, and seniors happily reunited with their classmates. I saw many familiar faces that I used to sit with in lunch but of course, none of them bothered to say hi. I expected this. I tried to get to my locker without bumping into anyone but once again my clumsiness failed me. I was almost there when I crashed into a guy, making my heavy texts books fly everywhere.

"Oh, sorry," We both said at the same time. I giggled and started to say ‘no it was my fault’ but stopped when I realized /he/ was, too. We both laughed, while he helped me get my books.

"So I’ve never seen you around here before." I said, trying to start a conversation before it got awkward. He ran his hand through his long, dark hair then stuffed both them into his jean pockets.

"Yeah, I just moved here from California." He replied with a shrug and a smile.

"Oh well then, welcome to Wiss Valley High. I’m Genna. Genna Hill." I introduced myself, giving him a small smile. It was weird. We just met and yet I actually felt comfortable talking to him. He was freaking hot, too, which made the whole "feeling comfortable" thing even weirder.

"Thanks. I’m Anthony. Anthony Nolan." He gave me a big, white smile revealing his cute one-side dimple. Suddenly, his bright, green eyes shifted from me to a little piece of paper in his left hand.

"Um, do you happen to know where locker 646 is? I’m kind of lost…" He asked hopefully while I thanked god for my luck.

"Oh my god, yeah! It’s the one two down from my locker." I replied excitedly, leading him towards our lockers. "This one is yours and that one’s mine." I gestured towards them with my free hand.

"Awesome. I guess I’ll be seeing a lot of you then," Anthony looked genuinely happy. I couldn’t help but smile back and nod. Then I opened my locker skillfully, stuffed it with my bulky bag, and gave him a quick wave as the first period bell rang. As I walked towards my first class--AP Biology--I replayed what just happened in my head over and over again and couldn’t stop that funny butterfly feeling in my stomach. Maybe the rest of the school year wouldn’t be so bad.