~* I don't own the Ducks, I do own Justin Mathews and the rest of Luis's friends.*~
Define perfection, picture it in your mind. What is that you see? What is the embodiment of purity and beauty too you? Is there really such a thing as perfection, something so flawless that outside world could never taint it? The last place I would have looked for perfection would have been in the heart of someone in the 'In crowd', certain no-one that beautiful and popular would have feels. I couldn't have been further from the truth, I did find perfection in one person when I was least expecting it. This is the story of how I lost perfection because my own silly prejudices. I'm Julie Gaffney and sometimes even I'm wrong.
"Where's Luis?" The coach asked as stood at the head of our lunch table, canceling practice for the day at last minute.
"Well," Charlie began. "It's the third Tuesday of the month so…"
"Breaking up with Angela Cooper." We all finished for him. It was almost a ritual.
You see Luis's had a bit of a reputation as being a ladies' man for a while, that was until he met Angela. She is what we call one of the beautiful people, a member of the 'A Crowd'. Silky blonde hair, blue eyes, a great body. Physically flawless. Perfection. He fell hard, she didn't.
On cue Luis appeared, sliding into his usual seat by Dwayne, with a vacant expression on his face. Sometimes I had to feel for him, others I couldn't bring myself to care. He is the one that got involved with those heartless people to start with. It sort of served him right. He should've know better. Beauty is only skin deep.
I was laying flat on the floor of my room when I heard a knock at the door. I slipped my reading glasses off and rested them on my Geography book. I refused to wear my glasses in front of anyone, but my contacts had been bothering me that day. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole and saw Luis standing in the hall shifting from foot too foot. I laughed and opened the door.
"Hey Mendoza, what's up?" I queried with a smile.
He stopped fidgeting and replied. "I need a favor, can I come in?"
We walked into back into the room and I sat crossed legged on the floor. Luis plopped down on my bed. He sat there for a minute, cracking his knuckles without saying a word. Finally I pulled a piece of paper out my notebook, crumpled it up and tossed it at him. It hit my teammate square in the forehead and he blinked at me.
"Speak." I commanded.
"Oh, right, Julie, I need a favor."
I nodded my head and gestured for him to continue, wishing he'd spit out whatever he needed so I could get back too studying. The test was going to be killer.
"I need you to pretend you're my girlfriend."
"Luis, are going loco?"
Luis frowned and shook his head. "No, I've gotta make Angela jealous Jules. I want to hurt her the way she hurt me. She broke up with me for another guy this time, Darren White."
"What makes you think I'd make her jealous?"
"Are you kidding? You're just what I need Julie, everyone knows you so you won't seem like you're beneath me, but you're not popular so it won't look like I'm just trying to out do Angel. Come on Jules."
That was only a little insulting. Nothing like asking someone for a favor while telling them they're actually not good enough for you. I should've been hurt by that, but over the years I'd taught myself not to care when the in crowd thought. As much as I hated to say it, Luis was one of those people at Eden Hall.
"Why me? Ask Connie, she's so much prettier then me, she'd fit in better with those people."
"Those people are my friends Julie, besides I can't ask Connie, Guy will kick my butt. I need you, please."
"I'll think about it."
After Luis left I stood in front of my dorm room mirror glaring at my reflection. I wasn't thin enough, tall enough and my hair didn't shine enough. I was honor roll student, I never wore skirts and I loathed the color pink. Most of all I didn't judge people but what they looked like. At least that's what I told myself. I would never fit in with Luis's other friends. I was better then them.