The Game Plan. • j.b.[EDITING]

Blueberry Cotton.

I was paying attention to Ms. Mitchell.

Lucy looked back at me. Her eyes glistened a little. I winked at her and she turns back around, blushing.The bell rings and I grabbed my stuff. I waited outside the door for Lucy. She walks out behind Chaz and I pulled her over by me.

I left my hands on her waist. "Hey beautiful."

"Don't embarrass me."

"I won't." She pulls away from me, leaving a smile on her face.

"So, are you telling people?"

My smile disappeared. What the hell did she mean by that?

"Telling people?"

"About us? Or is this just a secret?"

Secret? Oh fuck.

"Oh uh, I didn't know--"

Relationships were new for me. I was like a 9 year old boy who is having his first girlfriend ever. And she was the first. The first real girlfriend I ever had. Besides Allie Smith but that was when I was actually 5 years old.

"It's cool. It's your reputation and I understand that."

"You do?"

"I just wish you didn't let it get to you." She walks away.

"Lucy!" I groaned, leaning against the wall. I closed my eyes for a second and I opened them to see Caitlin.

"Oh shit. --- What do you want?"

"Are you fucking Lucy?" she asks, holding her purse closer to her.

I rolled my eyes, "What I do with my gentials has nothing to do with you."

"It used to."

"Glad you know how to use past tense." I smile at her. 

"She's bad news, Justin."

"Here we go. Every girl I talk to is bad news to you."

"I just don't trust her."

"It's not about you."

I walked away from her and I bumped into Isabella turning the corner. "Hey."

"I'm late for class, excuse me." She says, walking past me.

"Isabella, I'm sorry."

"For what? You're in love. That's nothing to be sorry about."

She continues to walk and I turn back, walking towards class. The janitor door opens, hitting me.

"Ow, fuck!"

"Justin? I am so sorry!" an unfamilar voice says.

"God damn it!" I covered my eye and looked up at the girl.

She had long brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a tight crop top with denim shorts.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"I think I'll live. What the hell were you doing in there?"

"Uh. Smoking." "Smok---I thought Principal knew about the stash."

"He did. Doesn't stop the PotHeads though."

"Oh, you're one of them?"

"No. I'm new to this whole smoking thing. I figured it'll relief a little stress."

"There's always other things. Like hitting people with a door."

She giggled softly and I heard someone calling my name. It was Julie. Julie was the one I fucked in the janitor's closet but that's another story. 

  "Hey Justin. Who's your friend?" Julie asks.

"Don't know." I shrug, holding my eye.

"Daya." the brunette says.

"Hm. So, Justin, I was wondering if we could go into the bathroom for a few minutes." Julie gets closer to me.

I sighed. "Bathroom?"

"Maybe she needs help using the toliet." Daya says.

I snickered a little and she had a serious look on her face.

"Justin?" another person said.

"Oh great." I turned to see Lucy. Shit. "Luce---" I looked at them. "Let's talk in here."

I pulled her into the closet and closed it. "It's not what you think."

"That's the girl you had sex with here, isn't it? Who's the other chick?"

"She's new. Look, I don't care about Julie."

"What happened to your face?"

"Daya hit me with the door."

She squints her eyes. "Her name is Daya."

"Don't do this."

"Girls are going to want you, Justin. Wether you're taken or not. Girls like things that aren't theirs."

"I guess that's true. But it shouldn't matter because I want you. I have you. You belong to me."

She smiles a little at me. "And you belong to me...along with 50 other girls."

I chuckle lightly. "No, uh. I never said I was theirs."

"Doesn't stop them from claiming you."

"Why do you care about them so much?"

"It's not them. It's you. I'm worried about you."

"Me?"

"Your reputation. Your image is everything that matters and I want to be with you, don't get me wrong."

"Then don't worry about it."

The door opens and Ryan looks at the both of us.

"We got a problem." Ryan says.

"When isn't there one?" I throw my hands up.

"Caitlin and her friends were skipping to go to that new store at the mall. She got hit hard."

"By a car?" Lucy asks.

"Yeah, principal is cancelling school."

I didn't know how to feel. I mean it was Caitlin.

"Fuck," I ran out along with Ryan. I stopped to look back at Lucy. I kissed her on lips softly before leaving again.