Fletcher Eden

"When life gives you lemons, you squeeze them in someone's eye". the entire team went silent at those words as we stared at the culprit, also known as George Smith. He was laughing to himself telling us how good the joke was. Well, a few of the others, humored him, telling him how good of a joke it was, sarcasm dripping from their voice. But I wasn't one to humor others, not even myself.

"You got the joke Fletcher, didn't you?" he asked me in that annoying British voice of his, the one he claimed girls always fell for. I didn't respond, I just stared at him blankly. Sometimes I wondered why and how he became my friend. He was the next level of dumb. "You know sometimes, I think Fletcher gets the joke, innit, his just too proud to admit it". I gave him an incredulous look, very grateful that the coach was coming towards us at that very moment. From the look on his face, it was obvious he already knew that George was talking shit.

"Oh, hey coach," George said the moment the coach was within his vicinity. Coach sighed and pretended not to hear him.

"Well boys, the results are out, and the winner of the votes is Fletcher" Even I wasn't surprised and why was that I won the face elf at the school every year. Sometimes I even wondered why they bothered to do the competition every year.

"Well, that's new" George mused, an annoyed look on his face. He'd hoped he'd win; he even created a whole skincare routine for the entire week of the competition. Coach dismissed us and we headed to class. I had algebra. I hated algebra but I was too good at it for my liking.

"You know," George said coming up from behind me" you're very lucky, you get to spend so much time with one of the girls in art class and they're hot". I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. What the hell was he going on about? Girls in art class? The portraits were always painted by the art teacher, not a student, but then you couldn't rely on George for news, he was considered a fake newsmonger. We soon got to algebra class and took our usual seats at the back of the class, I wasn't one to interact with a lot of people, I preferred to be alone most of the time. Mrs. Greene handed out our test papers and when she got to me, she smiled deeply before handing me the paper that had a very big A on it. George on the other hand got a D and he was very satisfied with it.

Halfway, through the lesson the door flung open, and someone walked in. To be honest, I couldn't say that I'd seen her before maybe it was because she was short as hell, dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and a short skirt, her hair was tied up in a small bun and her pink spectacles hung in the bridge of her nose. I didn't hear what Mrs. Greene says, that made her pale cheeks go a bloody rose. I was speechless. George shoved me, almost knocking me out of my seat.

"you're staring" he stated slowly, a small smirk playing on his lips. I shoved him, making him laugh" She's taken though". I blinked at him.

"By whom?"

"me" he answered, chuckling to himself. I rolled my eyes, annoyed at the fact that I felt relief at his words. Why the freak was I relieved? Not like I wanted to date her or something. Sure, she was cute but. I watched her scurry to her seat behind us an embarrassed look on her face. I wanted to punch Mrs. Greene for making her that way. Mrs. Mowry soon came afterward to announce the winner of the art competition, Alora Rivers. I wondered why everybody was turning around and staring at someone, then I turned and realized, it was the girl in the sweatshirt, the one that fainted right afterward.