Nameless

*Jaime’s POV*

It was lunch time and because Haylie didn’t know anyone in the school yet, Jack invited her to sit with us. Smart Jack, invite a girl to sit at the all-male table. Well I suppose it’s not the first time a girl has sat with us. Often the guys would bring their girlfriend to have lunch with us, or they would join them. At the moment, all the guys are currently single. Mike has this thing going with another girl, but it’s more of a ‘you’re a familiar face at a party and I’m drunk so let’s hook up’ sort of thing. Alex recently ended his last relationship purely for the fact that the relationship grew apart. Her name was Ashley and she was quite lovely.

Jack sat down next to me and Haylie sat beside him, in the middle of the table as to make her feel included. Haylie faintly remembers Alex from times she’d visit Jack and Alex would be with Jack. But Jack took it upon himself to introduce us all.

“So Haylie, these are the guys. Alex, you know him, he’s a dick. That’s Tony, he’s got a sick as fuck owl tatt on his neck and is a dick. That’s Mike, he’s a stoner and frequent drinker – like the rest of us might I add – and is a dick. That’s Jaime, notice the spikey black hair, he is also a dick and this is Vic. He has curly hair, and as you would guess, is a dick”. Jack finishes his speech of introducing us and calling us all dicks and takes a bow. We each had our outburst of noting that Jack too, is a dick.

“It’s very nice to meet you all” Haylie says shyly. The conversation lulls as we all munch on our food.

It was Vic who struck up the next conversation, asking the most obvious questions. “So Haylie, where are you from? Tell us about yourself.” He smiles. God dam that cute smile.

“Well, I am originally from Baltimore, like Jack is. We’re cousins as our parents are siblings. I’ve moved to San Diego because my Father is in the air force and we had to relocate because of that. Um lets see… I am an only child with very few friends because I move around a lot and I love punk rock music. Jack got me hooked on it a few years ago” Haylie smiles. Haylie has a pretty nice smile, one that I’m sure that Tony or Alex might try to compliment very soon.

“Well Haylie, you’re in the right place, cause the boys here love punk rock too. We used to jam together” Jack informs her. Giving a ‘well there you go’ laugh, Jack continues. “Yeah Tony, Vic, Alex and myself all play guitar – quite well shall I say – and Mike plays the drums so fucking well. Jaime here plays the bass guitar, but don’t let his talent fool you, Jaime bats for the other team” Jack winks.

“Just because I bat for the other team doesn’t mean I can’t swoon a girl Jack!” I say, feeling cocky. I am fairly open with the guys about my sexual orientation. The boys all laugh and soon I lodge a bet with Jack that I can’t make a girl like me by the end of this week. The only rule is that I must break it to her by the end of the week, and make her admit to the boys that I had her falling for me. Whilst I feel like I would be using a girl and being rude and stuff, I know a few girls who would be down to help me with the bet. I have a few friends in my maths and music classes who I’m sure would help me out if I tempt them with $10. He also didn’t say anything about swooning girls at a party. As I recall, there’s a party on Friday night to kick off senior year. If I were to lose, I would owe him $20.

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After school had finished, Vic decided he would come over to my house and we would study for the upcoming history exam, which I thought was a clever idea considering Vic and I study together on a regular basis. But lately, since I’ve started to like Vic more and more, it’s becoming hard and each time I look up at him for answers, I want to kiss him. I have an almost uncontrollable urge to grab his face with both hands and show him how much I like him.

I think Vic considers me to be a very close friend of his because a few years ago when he’d first moved to our school, I noticed that he had scars along his arm, hidden up behind his long-sleeved shirt. I noticed how he would always be wearing a jumper or a long shirt in the middle of summer and almost pass out from the heat. One afternoon I took him aside and asked him if he was okay and told him that I saw a few blood stains on his sleeve. Before he said anything, he shed a few tears and dragged me to the closest bathroom, where he revealed to me the fresh scars that lined his arm and explained how sliding his bag up and down his arm at each class caused the dried blood to peel off and start bleeding again. There, I hugged him and told him that everything was going to be okay and that I would try my best to help him. Of course I didn’t tell him that I do the same thing to myself on my leg, and to this day I still haven’t.

And since then, Vic and I became closer and we started hanging out a bit more, and he would only seem to spend most of his time with me, hence why I feel like I am his closest friend. Austin became incredibly jealous of Vic hanging out with me and started coming over to my house a lot more often when Vic and I were studying and would kiss me passionately in front of Vic, like he was claiming his territory like an alpha lion. Austin would also try to call me or do something to take me away from Vic out of jealousy. Vic would often try to tell me that Austin wasn’t good enough for me and that I deserved someone who would trust me better, but I never listened. I rejected all comments about Austin, I really loved him. In hindsight, Vic was probably right.

Whilst Vic and I were studying, I asked him what his thoughts of Haylie were. Vic for some reason had an excellent talent in reading people and being able to tell the good people from the bad.

“I don’t know. I mean she seems nice, is pretty and rocks her red hair with confidence, likes the same music as us and all. But I got like a weird vibe off her when Jack was introducing us. It felt as if she was studying us. I’m not sure if you noticed but the way she looked at us each and pursed her lips just seemed strange to me. But I think she is a good person” Vic laments.

“No, I didn’t notice her doing that. I was too busy flipping Jack off for calling us all dicks” I laughed, but agreed with Vic in that Haylie seemed like a nice person. I guess I’ll get to know her better, considering she is my locker buddy and has the same music class as I do.

Notes

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