The days it took for my life to officially start. When I met him. I was going to school on a regular Monday. Humanities first period. I walked in and someone was sitting in my seat talking to Johnny, a kid in my class. I only saw a large cowboy hat, jeans (even though it was summer) and a plaid shirt. I tapped on his shoulder. He turned around and I gasped. Red hair fell into his light sky blue eyes. Freckles speckled his reddened cheeks. He must be around my age, 17. I mumbled something about my seat and he jumped up, bright red, and moved over. I fell into my seat and turned my IPod up, way up, until the teacher walked in. I knew I wasn’t hard to look at. Dirty blond long hair, blue eyes, a fit body, but I still wondered what he thought about me. I can’t help it. I like gingers.
The teacher walked in and I took off my IPod. I kept glancing off to the new kid sat. He slouched in his chair and tapped his pen on the corner of his desk. Tick, tick, tick. It was driving me nuts!! I twitched every time the pen hit, again and again. Hit, twitch, hit, twitch. Class seemed to go on forever! The bell rang. Finally! About time. I got up and tripped over a bag in the aisle. I landed on my back, looking up. I grunted and opened my eyes. All I saw was blue. Blue, blue. I was drowning in it. Suddenly I heard his voice. It was deep and sultry. Every girl’s dream. He was whispering to me.
“Hey? Are you ok? I’m Talen. You took quite a spill there,” his voice spoke, in an accented way.
I snapped out of the daze in a rush. Sitting up, my head spun. He held me there.
“Oh, easy there. Don’t want you to fall again.”
I held my head and let him hold me in place. Eventually I nodded and let him pull me up. I blushed and thanked him.
“No problem,” he laughs, “Someone has to help all those damsels in distress, although there are easier ways to talk to me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I retort.
He laughs and helps me stand by myself. I noticed his hand was still around my waist. I blushed and moved out of reach. His smile flickered, and then came back.
“Well, bye,” I said, quickly as I walked away.
Down the hall I could hear his laughs echo behind me. I went and sat in my next class.
I’m such a dork, I thought to myself, why can’t I flirt like all the other girls? But no, I thought sadly, I’m just incapable. I sighed aloud. Everyone turned to look at me. I blushed and ducked my head.
Hopefully, it’s over now, I thought to myself.
But it wasn’t. As I went to my car, afterschool, I saw him leaning against my 1997 Grand Prix. I walked up to him and sighed.
“That’s my car,” I said.
“Oh, sorry. I was waiting for my girlfriend, Meg, to pick me up. She said she would for my first day.”
My heart shivered and deflated. A girlfriend? Why wouldn’t the gods let me have this one fantasy?
“Oh,” I replied, “So you just happened to wait by my car? Maybe you’re the one trying to get to me?”
Nice, I thought, that wasn’t half bad.
He laughed in response. “So I’ll be seeing you then?”
