Free Confidential by Jack Parker Page A

really quick and I'll drive you to school." She smiled brightly before going to her room, only to reappear moments later, with a high waisted black pencil skirt and a flowing blouse.
    "You look so hot." I commented. She blushed, and I laughed. "I'm serious, I can appreciate a pretty person when I see one."
    I was ushered out of the car once we reached school while saying, "I know a lot of your co-workers are going to be hitting on you and all, but just remember Patrick will always love you, even without your push-up bra." I slammed the door before I could see her face or hear her protests, giggling to myself.
    I walked up to my new school and noticed several differences from my old school: there were a lot more white people, it was cleaner, and very small. There was one long main building, a cafeteria, and another building, with a little courtyard in between. In Phoenix everything is more open and outside, because it hardly rains and never gets too cold.
    At my old high school, everything was all hustle and bustle, no one paid any attention to you, they were all too busy in their own worlds. But not here, the minute I walked out of the car all eyes were on me, like I was some type of intruder on their perfectly harmonized community.
    Most people just watched me, some gave a smile, but I guess this small community wasn't used to change.
    I got my schedule and went about my day, I was introduced in every class, and did everything right. I've switched schools several times before, I know how to make a good impression, and for some reason George Washington High School didn't care what I did. I was an outsider.
    I've never lived in a town as small as this, but schools couldn't be that different, could it? I had never experienced such outward dislike. I was going to bitch out Camdon for lying to me about his school before I realized that if I was treated the way Camdon was, I would want to stay in high school forever.
    Camdon could not pass a person without getting complimented, invited somewhere, or flooded with hugs or bro handshakes. It was almost disgusting. What could this kid have done that made everyone love him so much? Teachers adored him, girls had no shame, and every guy tried to be around him.
    I had really liked him before, but seeing Camdon so showered with love, I felt as if it was my job to ignore him. Someone had to.
    So when lunch rolled around and I had no where to sit, I walked right past Camdon's table and what I assumed to be his entourage, and plopped down next to the first person I saw.
    "Hey." I nodded down the table where all the heads leaned in to get a look at who dared disrupt their exclusive social order.
    A couple of them shifted uncomfortably, especially the nerdy boy I happened to sit next to. He was tall, lanky, awkward, and extremely jittery. He hardly kept eye contact while he mumbled a hello. I could feel a long school day coming on.
    "I'm Heidi." I smiled to everyone, then, when I received no replies , waved my hand in front of the boys face rudely.
    He flushed a deep pink. "Dylan."
    "Greatttt." I drawled out sarcastically, I turned towards the person in front of me. "And you are?" I raised my eyebrows expectedly, if not a little too forcefully.
    "Marcus." He pulled out his phone and began texting. I raised an eyebrow to myself, sitting in my seat fuming. I was not to be defeated however, because I loudly dropped a heavy schoolbook at the table, if only to get everyone's attention.
    "How long is this school going to ignore me? Seriously?" I stared at them in disbelief. "I go here now." The group looked at me with blank faces, and blinked in shock. They seemed like the quiet type, that stuck together, for, if nothing else, protection from being alone. I felt a little guilty for acting like such a bitch.
    Marcus looked up from his phone. "We've haven't had a new student since the 4th grade. Everyone has their own friends. What are we supposed to do with you?" He had a buzzed head, which I found