My Painted On Smile

How We Met

As I opened the door, the AC was blasting. I stood looking around clueless of what to do and where to go. A guy who looked my age was walking toward me. I looked around and realized I was standing in front of the door. I stepped away and looked everywhere but his direction. But he kept moving my way. What was I going to do. I was bumming as usual. Sweatpants, hair in a bun, and an old basketball tee shirt that said "jersey jumpers". I know that sounds like a gang name but, it was our basketball team.
"Hey. Are you new around here?"
The first thing I noticed was he didn't have a southern accent and the second thing I noticed was his face.

Wow

"Um, uh ha-ha yes"
Well I tried. About to turn around and walk home, he says "I could tell by the way you're dressed. I mean no one wears sweatpants around here ever. Especially not in August. My name's Chad by the way. What's yours?"
Ok. This one is easy. Piper. Just say Piper.
"Um Pi-pi, Piper." Damn it. Well I guess I will just buy some clothes online because I am never leaving the safety of my yard again.
"Piper. That's different. I mean I like different and I like the name Piper. I... What I came over here to ask you is if, if you know needed someone to show you around?"
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? What was I going to say. I mean he is only the first guy I've met and the guys might be even hotter around here. But, they might not.
"Yeah that would be great. I am completely lost around here." I said trying not to throw up.
"Let's go now. I mean school starts next week and my guess is you will be going to BHS. Right?"
I nodded because I wasn't going to risk saying something weird and not spending the day with him.
We walked out to his old Ford Truck. He opened the door on the passengers side for me to get in. What was I doing? He could be some serial killer? But, what did I have to lose? I hopped in.