"Ugh!" I pulled and tugged at my new school uniform, "I bet they gave me a smaller one on purpose!"

"Hey, darling! It's time for school!" I could hear my mom yelling from downstairs.

Great! There's no time to find anything else, I sighed as I hurried downstairs.

"Um, isn't that a bit tight for your taste?" my mom nonchalantly giggled.

"Geez, mom," I frowned as I turned towards her, "You don't think I look sexy in this?!"

Of course, I was only joking. Who would want to see a whale in some tight clothes?

"If that's what you like dear," she smiled dancing out of the front door.

"If you weren't my mom. I swear!"

                                                           ******

I finally arrived at school. The bell must have sounded already as all the students were rushing into the building.

"Good luck, dear," she smiled at me as I got out of the car.

"I'm gonna need more than luck today."

Whispers and laughs followed me from the parking lot to my classroom as I caught glimpses of students pointing at me.

This couldn't be more humiliating! I sped up my pace but it only caused me to crash into the school snob.

"Oh, excuse me!" I apologized with haste.

"Oh, if it isn't little Miss Piggy," she cackled with her airheaded posse.

"Morning, Jess," I forced a smile.

"You don’t have the status to say hello to her," the fluffy-headed posse member, Dawn, snorted.

"Yeah," the opposite fluff head, DeeDee, added.

"What on Earth are you wearing?!" Jess laughed, "You look like a can of busted biscuits!"

Everyone surrounded us as they joined in on the laughter. This couldn't be a worse first day.

Tears began to well up in my eyes just as I felt a heavy jacket drape around my shoulders. I looked up to see Keyz standing beside me.

"Hey there, beautiful," he smiled down at me.

My sweet childhood friend, Kris, has always been there to help me out even when I treated him like crap. 

He was my only friend.

"Oh, hello Kris," Jess smiled as she tossed her hair around.

"I hope there's no problem here, girls," he flashed a charming but devious grin at the dangerous trio.

She stuttered with her words, "O-of course not. You know I'm not like that."

"Yeah, Kris," the twin dodos nodded.

"Good," his charming smile turned into a glare, "Let's get to class."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the classroom. We sat in the back next to each other.

"Thank you for saving me back there," I sighed as I buttoned up the jacket he gave me.

"No, problem," he smiled at me, "You look good in my jacket."

I could feel my cheeks starting to burn as I quickly looked away from him, "Y-yeah, but won't you get in trouble for not wearing your jacket?"

"I doubt it," he laughed reaching over and pulling my hair out from under it.

"Thanks," I smiled at him.

"Now, that's more like it," he rested his chin in his hand, "A smile looks best on you."

"Dude, you are just all lovey-dovey this morning," I laughed at him.

"Whaaat?" he frowned, "I thought you liked it when I act like this?"

"It's just weirder than usual."

He leaned over close to my face. I could feel the heat from his mouth as he whispered in my ear, "Maybe you're just growing into a woman."

A sudden shudder crawled up my spine as my cheeks began to flush, "W-what is that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know what I meant."

Of course, I had no idea what he was talking about. It was our senior year of school, and I will turn 18 in a few months. Maybe that's what he meant. Either way, I am so ready to finish high school!

                                                             *******

"Ugh!" I flopped down on one of the marble benches were in front of the school.

"Tired already?" I could hear Keyz munching on his favorite Cool Ranch Doritos behind me.

"I just want this year to be over with," a weary smile spread across my face.

He sat down beside me and offered me a chip which I hungrily denied.

"Look at little Miss Piggy trying to stay on a diet," Jess giggled as she watched us from the side of the road.

"Er, will she get a life already?!" I glared at her.

"She has one… Torturing you," he laughed, "But let's give her a show. Shall we?"

Something flared up inside of me as I accepted his request, "Hell yeah!"

He put a chip in his mouth and leaned towards me as I opened my mouth and covered the other end of the chip. Our lips brushed past each other just as my heart began to pound. Suddenly, his lips pressed hard against mine dissolving the chip.

"Eww!" I could hear Jess squealing at the sight of us.

My body froze in place as he stuck his tongue in my mouth.

What am I supposed to do?! I began to panic as I never kissed anyone before let alone French kissed!

"Kr-Kri… Kris," I managed to whisper as I broke our kiss.

"S-sorry," he backed away from me, "Guess I got carried away."

"I would say," looking down at the ground in embarrassment.

"Hold on a sec," he shouted.

"W-what is it?!" I looked around trying to figure out what he was yelling about.

"Did you just call me Kris?" he looked at me confused.

What on Earth does that have to do with anything?

"Yeah, why?" I asked as I stood up getting ready to leave.

"You never call me Kris," he stated.

"Y-yeah I do," I stuttered knowing that I was lying.

"Since when?" he stood up.

"S-since— You know— That time when we— And when we—" I couldn't think of another time where I actually called him by his name.

"Exactly," he laughed.

"I-it doesn't mean anything you dope," I pouted.

"Whatever you say," he waved goodbye as he headed over to his car.

"Honey!" my mom shouted from the parking lot.

"Why can't she be cool like other moms," I sighed as I headed over to her.

"Hey, honey. Was that Kris?" she smiled.

I looked over to him and stuck out my tongue at him, "Yeah."

"He's even hotter than he was last year," she looked over at him.

"That's gross mom," I commented as I nearly gagged while getting into the car.

"Hello, Ms. James!" I could hear him shouting from across the parking lot.

"Hello, sweetie!" she waved back at him, "Why don't you ride home with him?"

"He has a part-time job after school now," I told her as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Oh really? What a responsible young man," she grinned at me as she cranked up the car.

"Don’t start, mom," I kindly reminded her.

"Start with what dear?" she smiled as she backed out of the parking lot.

"You do this every year. We are not gonna date or anything like that. It would be weird and make our relationship awkward. I don’t want to lose my on— My best friend either," I mumbled.

"Whatever you say dear, but you never know. Maybe he wants to be more than friends," we turned onto our street, "I bet he wants you to ask him out so bad."

"I highly doubt that," I added, "He is too perfect for me. He deserves to be with someone thin, sexy, smart, and beautiful like—"

"You," my mom smiled at me as she pulled up in our driveway.

"Like Jess," I whispered.