Maybe You Could Relate

Sapiosexual or Superficial ?

Why does everyone think Darren is an asshole?

That's what I was thinking ever since I got into this school. Girls in the locker rooms and guys on the football field just didn't like talking about Darren or even talking to him.

I'd see Darren from time to time. Wearing his matte black headphones, roaming the halls like he's the only one in them.  He also spent all his lunches alone at the back of the Cafeteria by the vending machine.

I liked the vending machine. It had all my favorite drinks. But I won't lie, I liked it mainly because I'd get to see him. He was a good looking guy. He didn't look like he would be a problem. He really radiated that Mexican energy he had even from afar. He had really nice hands too. His left thumb had a little yin and yang tattoo.

This just shows that when I observed Darren by the vending machine I didn't hesitate to stare him down from head to toe.

At some point I wanted to sit next to him and talk. But I never knew how I'd do that. On top of that my best friend wasn't really a fan of Darren's either, so she'd practically be disgusted by me by the time I got back from talking to him.

But honestly speaking, I still want to understand why they all don't like him.

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It was lunch. My best friend and I were debating about which blue we should use to paint our toes. I had a huge craving for Astros, so I decided to go to the vending machine. As I was walking there I turned round and realized that my best friend wasn't by our table. Bathroom maybe?

I took out $1 from my pocket and slipped it in the vending machine. As I waited for my Astros to be pushed to their drop, the power suddenly went out and my Astros Journey was put to a stop at the last second. Everyone was annoyed and flustered. This is the third time power has gone out this week. I think I was more frustrated than everyone around me because I didn't get my Astros. I started banging against the vending machine hoping that I might get the Astros to fall over.

"You need a hand?" I looked to my left and froze for about ten seconds. It was Darren. God he smelt so good. I heard that he was about 5'10 but why is it that when he was in front of me he looked like a whole 6'0.

"Um...yeah,sure" I stepped back a bit to let Darren help me out. He kicked the vending machine twice on the right side and my Astros came falling down. He reached into the vending machine shaft and passed me my Astros.

"Thanks" I mumbled.

"No problem. Besides, you are the only person who doesn't avoid the vending machine just because I'm sitting near it" he titled his head slightly and gave me a little smile. Unconsciously I smiled back at him.

"You wanna chill with me for a minute? I see your friend is MIA" he stated ,slowly walking back to his table that was being lit up by the sunlight coming from the back window.

I slowly walked to his table and sat next to him, but a good enough distance so I wouldn't touch him.

"Are you scared of me Eva?" I felt my face burn up and my stomach turn.

"No." I opened up my Astros and started eating them.

"Then why are you sitting so far away from me, now I have to scream over to conversate with you." he tapped my hand and I moved closer to him. His scent was making my heart race.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"We attend art class together you dummy" He placed his hands on the table and put his head on them. He then faced me. Darren De Miro just called me....a dummy?