My First Romance (story) Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Dilemma

It was my first year in high school and if you had asked me, I would have told you it was hell with fluorescent lighting. As usual, I was running late and today just happened to be a very important day for Jones Town High School students. It was the only day of the month in which we were allowed to dress in our own clothes, instead of those plaid prison uniforms we usually had to wear. For the low, low price of three dollars, we could indulge in a luxury called style. Something out two dollar shop toupee wearing principal knew nothing about.

I could not find my favorite jacket and I refused to leave the house without it. My best friend Melanie (being the well mannered lady that she is) was pounding impatiently on my front door, screaming at the top of her lungs, “Stacey! Haul ass! We’re late!”
I knew better than to piss Melanie off so, I ripped my (sigh) pink sweatshirt off the coat hanger and ran out the door. It slammed loudly behind me just as I remembered that I had forgotten to grab my keys. We ran as fast as our stylish but incredibly painful shoes could carry us.

By the time we got there, the bell had already rang ten minutes ago. We both knew that that meant an automatic late detention for the both of us. Melanie barely flinched. She walked casually to her locker and touched up her hair in the mirror. I, being the detention-phobic one in our friendship, poured the entire contents of my bag out in the middle of the hallway in a panic, to find my spare locker key. But, as luck would have it, it was in my old wallet, which was IN my locker. I let out a frustrated groan and started hitting my head up against the locker.

“Don’t do that.” Melanie said as she reapplied her lip-gloss. “You’ll give yourself a headache.” She slammed her locker. “I’ll see you at lunch okay?”
I nodded and tried to straighten myself out. “Calm down Stacey. You’re stressing out. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.”

Just then, the P.A. system turned on. Principal Richardson’s monotonous voice echoed throughout the halls. “Ahem…uh, hello. Uh, I mean, Good Morning Jones Town High. Please remember to pay your three dollars to the teacher of your first class. All payments must be in before the end of first period. Those of you who do not pay, your name will be recorded and I will see you after school in detention.”

I burst into tears and started pounding my head on the locker again. Eventually, Melanie’s prediction came true. I gave myself a killer headache. I knelt down on the floor as I gathered my things and tried to wipe away my tears. I stood up muttering to myself. “Stupid keys…stupid wallet. Three dollars. Where am I going to get three dollars when my freaking wallet is in there?” I kicked my locker.

“Are you ok Stacey?” I slowly looked up at the speaker. My eyes were met with the most stunning baby blues I had ever seen in my life.