I Think I'm Going Crazy

I walked into anatomy my junior year of high school. I lived there all my life and I couldn't wait to have the incredibly attractive anatomy teacher everyone had talked about since I'd been a freshman. To the front of me and my right were six square tables each able to seat four people. The left half of the room was lined with lab stations where we would dissect quite a few things. My elephant shirt hugged my figure just enough so that it was still modest but made me feel a little sexier. It was junior year, after all. I had to start looking like an upperclassman. The teacher wanted us to call him Sensei which I found to be rather strange until he gave us a little background on what he knew of Judo and Karate and such. I don't really remember all of it but he had definitely achieved some sort of high ranking with his knowledge of self defense. We got to choose our seats at any large square table at the front of the room. I sat across from my friend Siraj who I met my freshman year. He was more on the heavier side but still extremely adorable if he would ever let himself gain confidence. Braiden, a kid I had known since elementary school, sat next to me. Jarett, the band nerd, was diagonal to me. We were talking for awhile until I noticed a kid staring at me from the corner of my eye. I had never seen him before and I decided to wait for the role call to see if he was new. His name was Andrew. Andrew was from a little town a half hour west called Delta. He had the same last name as my friend Cameron so I asked if they were brothers which he promptly assured me that they were not. When I asked if he was sure he told me, with some attitude, that he would know of anyone named Cameron in his family. Needless to say, I thought he was a bit of an asshole. He had a weird accent or something because he didn't say his words normally. It is still really hard for me to describe but think of a drunk guy who is very well-spoken. He knows what he is saying but not exactly how to move his mouth in a way that makes the words come out crisp and clean.
"I don't have any older brothers. Just my younger brother Riley and sister Abby," he said. I nodded in understanding and started reading the syllabus Sensei gave us.

That afternoon, I walked into my economics class to see Andrew again. Our teacher, Mr. Dryfuse, assigned our seats. Andrew was in the front and I was in the back a few rows over. My good friend Wesleigh sat in front of me sketching in her notebook. Wesleigh was, in the kindest way, a stick. She had the thigh gap everyone wanted, a tiny waist, and pretty much tiny everything. The only thing that wasn't tiny was her abundant art. She had huge notepads full of her art. I thought she was so awesome because she was so artistic. Then, I realized she is a dramatic bitch but we will get to that later.

About a week went by and I started noticing some odd glances between Wesleigh and Andrew. Mind you, Wesleigh was dating my best friend and ex, Drew. As a good friend, I was concerned and thought I should see what's up because no one fucks with my best friend and especially not with this scrawny new kid. I asked her and she told me the Andrew kid was cute.
Cute?! Was she blind? Probably. Drew wasn't really a looker either but he had a good heart. This Andrew kid has only been here a week and he was already messing in the lives of my people. This was absolutely not okay.

Notes

This is the story of junior year. I'll probably revise a bit of it as I start to remember stuff. Bear with me.