And there he stood. With his stupid dyed hair as if his horrid face wasn’t already attracting enough attention. His eyes where placed offensively on mine. How dare he look at me? I attempted to ward him off with a sharp statement “if you want my autograph you can just ask” a barked. “Quite the temper you got there” he let his crooked smile grow as if he hadn’t just said something completely stupid. I rolled my eyes and in turn caught a glimpse of what he was wearing. Despite it being rather cold he decided to show himself off by wearing tight athletic shorts and a jersey for the track team. Apparently, he saw literally everything as an opportunity to show how much better he was than anyone else. Of course,he took notice of my constant stare. “Checking out the goods are we?” He turned his attention back to me. “Oh put a sheep it in” doesn’t he ever shut up? “Hey just cause you didn’t make the team doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me toots” I knew he would bring that up, a few weeks ago the tryouts for the track team were held, attended by his group of friends of course, a few randos, and of course, me. Him and his friends all managed to make the teams but I however did not. And he would make sure to remind me of that every time I saw him.