Craig stared out of his window, watching the rain pelting down from the dark sky.
"Craig, you know what this means, right?" Craig's best friend Andrew asked.
Craig looked up. "What?"
"The relative humidity is a hundred percent!" Andrew exclaimed.
Craig rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Oh goody!"
Andrew nodded enthusiastically, obviously not catching the sarcasm in Craig's voice.
"So how's Vincent coming along?" Craig asked. Vincent was a robot that Andrew was building, that was supposed to tell weather. It would soon revolutionize the world as known to man-kind. Andrew was programming Vincent so that the robot would give excess information when it predicted the weather, including the percentage of relative humidity and cloud coverage. Yeah, Andrew was a nerd.
"Oh, he's good. I just need to set him up so that he will predict traffic conditions, and then I'm going to sell him to the weather channel," Andrew said.
It was odd that Andrew and Craig were best friends; they came from two completely different backgrounds. Craig was star player of their school's football team, and was your typical jock. He even had the blond hair to go along with it. Accompanying the blond hair were dark green eyes. Andrew on the other hand was a full-time nerd who wanted to do something technology-related. He had brown hair and brown eyes hidden behind glasses.
Both Andrew and Craig went to a boarding school called Oakfield School for the Talented, also known as OST, in Nebraska; it was very hard to get into. Craig got there on scholarship for football and Andrew there for academic reasons. They were roommates and had become friends since they saw each other everyday.
The door to their dorm room opened, and in came a member of the football team, Pete. "Football's cancelled."
Craig rolled his eyes. It had become a habit of his ever since he arrived at OST. "Really? How come?"
"It's raining," Pete replied, shrugging.
Craig refrained from commenting anymore, though he was ready to strangle the next person who said an idiotic remark or stated the obvious. It was one of Craig's bad days—any day when it rained was, because football would be cancelled.
Pete sauntered into the room and plopped down on the sofa. His dirty-blond hair was flipped forward at the front, and his brown eyes were half closed. Obviously someone was tired.
"So what are you planning on doing today?" Andrew asked the two. It was a Saturday, meaning no classes. Football was cancelled due to weather conditions, leaving Craig and Pete with the day off.
"Sleep," Pete said.
Craig cast the boy a look; he seemed fine a minute ago. "You get any sleep last night?"
Pete shook his head, "Insomnia."
Craig nodded and thought about his plans. "You guys going to O'Neil's party tonight?"
Andrew looked at Craig, "The party's tonight?"
"SHIT!" Andrew exclaimed.
The half-sleeping boy gave Andrew a curious look.
"I told Meg that the party was tomorrow…she's gonna kill me!" Andrew exclaimed. Meg was Andrew's girlfriend. They had been going out since the beginning of their first year at OST. Yeah, it was surprising that Andrew had a girlfriend, but Andrew and Meg were perfect for each other.
"So why—" Craig started.
"I'm gonna go tell her it's tonight!" Andrew decided. He then ran out of the room, not evening listening to what Craig had to say.
"…don't you go tell her?" Craig finished lamely.
The room was silent for a second, and then was filled with the sound of Pete snoring.
Craig rolled his eyes. Figures.
He decided to go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat since he had nothing better to do.
Upon his arrival, a girl with long blonde hair and hazel eyes flung herself at Craig, "Good morning!"
Craig shrugged her off, annoyed. He proceeded to sit down at the nearest table occupied by other friends from the football team with the blonde in tow.
She sat in Craig's lap and pouted, "What's wrong?"
Craig fumed, "Nothing's wrong, Natasha. But you have to get it through your head; I DON'T LIKE YOU."
Natasha looked hurt, but Craig didn't care. This was Natasha—the school's bitch who had been annoying him ever since his first day at OST. Craig was sick of it and had been for the past four years, but she never listened. Craig had hoped that when she turned eighteen, some sense would get knocked into her but alas, that was only wishful thinking.
Natasha looked at Craig hopefully for an apology, but got none. She sighed and tried again, "Come on Craig, it's my birthday today. Why are you being so mean to me?"
Craig resisted the urge to kill her, and decided to settle with ignoring her.
"So, Craig. What's up?" One of his teammates, David asked. David had his black hair messily styled as though he had just gotten out of bed, and grey eyes looking at Craig, intently waiting for a response.
Craig wasn't really in the mood to talk, but replied anyway, "Nothing…thinking about who to take to O'Neil's party."
At the mention of this, Natasha looked up. "You have anyone in mind?"
Craig shook his head, "No…not yet."
"Fine, you're coming with me," Natasha declared.
Craig wanted to scream. He was NOT going to a party with Natasha again. He had in the past, and the memories were horrifying.
"No, actually I meant that I do have someone in mind…I just have to ask her," Craig lied. He quickly scanned the cafeteria and saw that there was no girl anywhere, except for one with brown hair and blue eyes who was silently eating food in the corner.
"Oh really?" Natasha asked, arching an eyebrow. "Who?"
Craig pointed to the girl in the corner of the room, and Natasha burst out laughing.
"Her?! Is that the best you could come up with? I mean, she has NO friends. Why would you go with someone like her?" Natasha asked.
Craig glared at Natasha. "I don't care about her having no friends. She's really…nice."
Natasha laughed. "Please, save yourself from the humiliation. You didn't even know that she existed before today!"
"Yes I did!" Craig replied indignantly.
Natasha gave him a look. "Oh really? What's her name?"
Craig thought about it for a minute. "Um, it's…"
" SEE! I knew you were lying. So what are you going to do? Ask one of those blonde admirers you have?" Natasha asked with disgust evident in her voice.
"Just shut up, Natasha! You're one to talk—you're blonde and can't seem to get enough of me! Besides, I am TOO asking her! Just leave me alone!" Craig fumed.
Natasha was unfazed by his outburst, and wasn't hurt by Craig's remark about her being a blonde admirer. She just simply stared at him with her hazel eyes. "Prove it."
Craig angrily stood up, causing Natasha to fall out of his lap, and stormed over to the corner of the cafeteria. He sat down at the table the silent girl was sitting at and put on a charming smile, "Hi."
Jaclyn looked up and watched as Craig walked over to her. Oh god.
Jaclyn knew who Craig was—everyone did. Craig was the star player of the school football team and the school's biggest player. She had seen his interaction with his counterpart, Natasha, who was the school's biggest slut and bitch. Jaclyn had witnessed Natasha sit in Craig's lap and the angry display between the two which had soon followed.
She really didn't care about it though; she didn't care about Craig's life. She had too many problems of her own to deal with. So when Craig sat down at her table and greeted her, Jaclyn simply ignored him and ate her food.
She could tell Craig was getting frustrated, but she didn't care. He tried again.
"I'm Craig Windsor. And you are…?"
Jaclyn looked up, in hopes of getting him to leave, "What do you want?"
Craig's eyes closed and it looked as though he was inwardly counting to ten. Then he opened his eyes and smiled, "I want you to come with me to Zachary O'Neil's party tonight."
Jaclyn choked on the orange juice she was currently drinking. "What?!"
Craig smirked, "Zachary O'Neil is having a party tonight. Would you like to come, as my date?"
Jaclyn looked at him. "Who put you up to this?"
Craig's smirk faded. "What do you mean?"
Jaclyn let out a fake laugh. "Come on, Craig. You and I both know you don't want to be doing this, so cut the crap and leave."
Craig frowned. "Of course I want to do this. I'm not on a bet, if that's what you're implying."
Jaclyn shrugged. "Why are you asking me?"
"Because you're nice!" Craig responded, lamely.
" NICE?! You don't even KNOW me!" Jaclyn exclaimed.
"Yes I DO!" Craig shot back, now getting a little annoyed at the girl. Normally, any girl would be dying to go out with him. What made this girl so different?
"Who am I?" Jaclyn challenged.
"You're…" Craig glanced at a book lying on the table that said Jaclyn Fire. "Jaclyn Fire!"
Jaclyn rolled her eyes, "What classes am I in with you?"
Craig thought about it for a moment. She has classes with me? How come I've never noticed?
"Exactly. I've ended up being in your math, history, and science class for the past four years, and you didn't even know that! So why are you asking me?" Jaclyn asked.
Craig decided it was time to beg. "Please? I really need you to come with me. I'll do anything. I'll get stuck with Natasha if you don't!"
Jaclyn looked at him skeptically. "I'll think about it."
Craig sighed. "Don't make me beg!"
Jaclyn internally scoffed. Craig Windsor actually BEGGING?! Puh-lease.
He threw up his arms in frustration and stooped down on the ground with his hands folded. "PLEASE JACLYN! I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE!"
Jaclyn was growing uncomfortable because not only was a random guy begging her to 'give him another chance', but everyone in the cafeteria was staring at them.
"Shut up!" She hissed.
Craig grinned knowing that she was flustered at the obviously unwanted attention. He decided to make it even more interesting. "Yo, David!"
David jogged over to the two. "'Sup man?"
"Jaclyn won't forgive me! After we've been going out for the longest time! I mean, I understand that she likes it when I'm at her place on time, but if I get there a minute late, she goes crazy! SHE WON'T TAKE ME BACK! KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO HER!" Craig pleaded.
David started cracking up, knowing Craig's cruel intentions. He decided to play along, so turned to Jaclyn. "You the chick who broke his heart?"
Jaclyn glared. "Who the hell are you?"
David smiled. "Why, m'lady, I forgot to introduce myself! I beg a pardon of thee. I am-eth David Freedman!"
"Let me tell you, that the rate of broken hearts in Nebraska increases day by day. Do you realize that if you break Craig's heart, you will be contributing to this rate that the government is trying to stop! It's like...helping global warming! Don't you CARE?!" David said, dramatically.
Jaclyn once again noticed everyone's stares and gave up. "Fine, I'll go with you if you guys just shut the hell up!"
Craig nodded. "Alright...what's your room number?"
" Two forty seven," Jaclyn replied.
"Okay, I'll pick you up at seven," Craig said. Then he grabbed Jaclyn's notebook and ripped out a piece of paper.
"HEY! That's my book!" Jaclyn cried. Jerk.
Craig rolled his eyes and wrote down something on the piece of paper. He handed it back to Jaclyn and said, "That's my cell. Call me if you need anything."
Jaclyn glared and took the paper and her books, and got up. "See you tonight."
Craig watched her retreating figure. What have I just gotten myself into?