What if you were the QB of the team, but not stuck up? What if you didnt date the head cheerleader, but she was your childhood friend instead? Would you still be admired in the same way?
Noah Hart was. All men envied him, all women wanted to be with him. Noah Hart had everything. His "girl next door" friend from childhood was Rachel, the head cheerleader. Rachel was the typical snooty, stuck up, obnoxious head cheerleader.
Noah was not afraid to break the stereotypes. If he wanted to date a freshman, he dated a freshman. Noah played by his own rules, followed his own heart.
Take this encounter for example. See the interaction between Noah, Taylor and the evil Rachel.
There he was. All 6 feet of perfect man had once again saved my books (and my lunch) from ultimate demise. He once again saved me from social doom. Yup, I was going to marry this man.
“Tha-tha-umm, thanks. That woulda been pretty bad if that all fell, huh?” Again, Taylor, smooth. I looked away with shame. Lots of shame.
“Ya, that could’ve been bad. But when I see a pretty girl like you in distress, I try to help out.” And then he winked. Mr. Noah Hart, junior, winked at me. ME!
“So I haven’t seen you around lately. Have you been hiding from me, Taylor?” Mr. Gorgeous asked.
I was supposed to respond to that? To make actual conversation with my future husband? Oh, ya, I really was.
“No, not hiding. Just going to classes. I guess freshmen don’t have lots of classes with juniors, huh?”
“Well, it looks like lunch is an inter-school event, doesn’t it?” There was that 100 watt smile that I coveted. “So, where are you sitting, Taylor? Mind if I join you today? My friends are getting some extra work out time during lunch.”
“You- you want to sit with me? With other freshmen?” No way was this possible. Just no way. The rules of the hierarchy forbade it. He would be committing social suicide by sitting with freshmen!
“Well, only with the prettiest freshmen. And yes, I want to sit with you. Maybe we can talk without having things spill or someone getting hurt. Oh, I got that. Don’t worry about it.”
Noah saw me trying to fish out my pasta lunch money when he put his hand over mine to push it back into my pocket. He was going to pay for my lunch? Does it get any better than this?
“Wow, that’s so nice. Thanks! I owe you.”
“You can pay me back by having a nice lunch with me and the pasta.”
As we walked through the winding maze of blue tables, I felt eyes following us. Heads turned and gasps came from every direction. It was not possible that Noah was going to sit with a freshman.
“Um, Noah, just WHAT do you think you are doing?”
Rachel St. Clair was stopped directly in Noah’s path. Her ever present posse of cheerleaders started to stand from their table behind her. I could feel my heart in my throat. A nervous sweat started to creep up on my hairline. Her hair was perfect. Dark brunette with a headband in a perfect blowout. Her makeup looked like it was professionally done. And don’t get me started on her clothing. Her top alone probably cost more than my entire wardrobe and then some. Her perfectly manicured hand was propped on her hip, waiting for an answer.
“I’m going to sit with Taylor. The team is working out right now, but I love pasta day, so I just couldn’t resist. I think it was a smart choice.” And then the impossible happened. Future Sexiest Man of the Year turned, smiled and winked at me. He was teasing Rachel. Teasing the head cheerleader was dangerous, I hope he knew that. The sweat started on my palms, and it seemed as if everything was going to come crumbling down once again.
“You know she’s a freshman right, Noah? A freshman?”
“Of course I know that. Ive known that for a week. What I would like to know is just more about her and her friends. Bye Rachel.” And with that, he just causally walked around Rachel and left. Just like that. Though, that left me standing in front of Rachel. The intensity from her and her posse’s glare made me want to shrink into the nearest corner and never return. Nervously, I chased in Noah’s path as I made my way around Rachel. I heard her suck her breath in and furiously spin around to be consoled by her fellow cheerleaders.
“Um, you just stood up to the head cheerleader. You’re stock is going to plummet, Wall Street!” I tried to joke. Noah just smiled and laughed causally.
“Rachel and I go way back. We grew up next door to each other when we were kids. Now she’s the head cheerleader, and I'm the captain of the football team. Seems like the perfect white picket fence story right? Our parents are pretty much planning our wedding. But, it makes things easier in school when you are friends with the right people. And now you and I are friends, right Taylor?”
What do you think? Quintessential high school groups, eh? Noah is breaking boundaries, hierarchies and all sorts of unwritten rules. A modern pioneer in the high school front.
Do you think what Noah did was brave or stupid? Where do you think the story goes from here? Is it believeable, or is Noah too good to be true? Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
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