The STD Trace

2. Who Is the Blondest of Them All? That's Right, I Am!

My progress on this whole STD trace is going to have to go a lot faster. I mean come on! I only know of two people in the whole school that have Chlamydia; Anna and Cole. So now I have to talk to Cole and fast. What do I know about him anyway? Honestly, I don't know anything about him. I just know he's the school's running back so it makes sense that Anna and him hooked up in the first place. Cheerleaders love football players.

Naturally, he hangs out with other football players. I'm popular, but I'm not that dang popular. If I walk straight up to him while he's talking to his friends, they'll all think I'm crazy. What to do... what to do... That's if I even find him anyways.

I took care of my necessities and then got dressed for school; skinny jeans, flats, and a nice normal white top with suspenders. I looked in my vanity mirror. My face looks unusually tan today so no need for bronzer. My green eyes are particularly bright and my tiny freckles splatter on my face evenly today. I ran a brush through my honey blonde hair and skipped downstairs.

"Good morning, Hannah dear," my mother sang to me from the kitchen. I wrinkled my nose. I really hate it when she's cheerful, because that means only one thing and one thing only...

"Oh God, mom, who was it this time?" Lucas, my annoying brother groaned, flopping on the couch. He's such a lucky kid for already being in college, I hate high school. I wish he'd at least have the decency to put some clothes on! His navy blue briefs hug his hips and his abs are tight. He must spend more time in the gym than he studies.

"What do you mean?" She blushed, practically answering the question.

Lucas and I shared a knowing look and then rolled our eyes. She's always going out and sleeping with her definition of "suitable" men. If she wasn't so hot, then maybe she would be a normal single mother. Too bad she is smoking and every time we go somewhere with her, some guy has to slip her their number. It's seriously frustrating.

"Whatever, mom." Lucas sighed. I chuckled, sitting on the couch next to him. He shoved me and I glared back at him, making sure he is aware of the fact that it is early in the morning for me.

"Get ready for school, Hannah dear. Come on." Mom patted my leg. I rolled my eyes and sprang up from the couch.

"Hey, Hannah!" Morgan called over to me and I froze. Oh God, I forgot to take my alternate route to my locker. The thing about Morgan is, once she starts talking, she never stops. I mean, the girl can talk for four hours about a glass that broke on the pavement. At first it was mesmerizing—back in the sixth grade—but now it is God awful and annoying.

"Hey, Morgan, how are you?" I gave her a fake smile, trying so hard to be nice.

"Great. What's up with this whole Chlamydia thing, huh? Can you say crazy?" She flipped her red hair over her shoulder. She is wearing her typical jeans and graphic tee ensemble as she did every day.

"Crazy!" I sang, peering around her to see if Cole is going to show somewhere in this hallway.

"I mean, it's such a vile disease. I saw Kevin holding his parts yesterday." She laughed. "I have to say, I kind of expected him to get it."

I narrowed my eyes to keep from rolling them in her face. Lord help me, she's going to talk about Chlamydia for a couple of hours. Ashley, Anna, Cole, and Bryson walked down the hall, laughing in perfect unison. They obviously think that people are supposed to be jealous of their friendship. In all actuality, I could care less because they all have Chlamydia like losers.