“I hope there’s a fireman around because you’re smokin’ hot,” Teresa told the junior boy that sits diagonally in front of her. He smiled and blushed, a mixture of laughing at the line and blushing at the senior girl hitting on him.

She wasn’t the prettiest girl, but she was pretty, and she was a bit of an outcast. She stood at 5’9″ tall and weighed roughly 200 pounds. She was chunky but you couldn’t tell from just her face. Her jawline was impeccable and her cheekbones carved by angels. Her aquamarine blue eyes changed from blue to gray to green-mostly staying at blue. Her neck was sexy and slender, her shoulders were boney. Her breasts were unusually small for a chunky girl, size 36B. Her breasts protruded out farther than her stomach, making her appear slimmer but all the weight was in her butt and thighs. Her butt was a good 44 inches around and her thighs supported it. Her calve muscles were extraordinarily strong and her ankles slim. Her feet were ugly from the many golf injuries she had taken over the course of four years- small shoes, getting run over by carts, runaway bags of other teammate’s pushing carts.

Teresa was always hitting on someone, she had many pick up lines. She hit on anyone and anything with a pulse. People would laugh and joke along with it and it made her feel wanted. Growing up in the same community for all her life brought her in, and kicked her out, of different groups. Hitting on people was her escape.

The junior boy that was her victim of the moment was on of the popular boys. He was a player on the varsity soccer and golf team. Not only was he athletic, he was smart. He was valedictorian of his grade and worked hard to keep it that way. He had sandy blonde hair that was kind of shaggy, dark brown eyes, and a strong jaw. He stood a good 5’10” and weighed about 190 pounds- a little chunky, but not enough to really notice. His name was Patrick but everyone called him Pat or Patty.

Once Pat stopped blushing, Teresa winked at him to give the line the full effect. He laughed and shook his head. What was he supposed to do?

Teresa stopped when the bell rang and class had begun. The class they were taiking was an advanced course in chemistry that they could get college credit for. This wasn’t the only class they shared. They also shared advanced life sciences, another class taken through a college.

They hadn’t talked before this year but within the first four weeks of school, they were actually posing questions and answering eachother. He found out the outcasts aren’t so bad; she found out not all popular people are total pricks.

They talked mostly about golf. It was the girl’s season and he asked her what she had shot the previous night. She answered, always a little embarrassed because she knew he could beat her by ten or more strokes. He told her that her scores weren’t too bad but they could stand improvement. She always smiled at how nice he was about it. He could tell her that she looked like crap but he’d still be nice enough about it to where it would seem like a compliment.

Once the bell rang, it was back to school life, where she wouldn’t have any friends in her classes and would be travelling in opposite directions as her friends were.