I lied," I say still looking at his lips, he opens his eyes and gazes over at me.
"Uh oh," he whispers, not breaking eye contact. I am suddenly aware of his lingering stare. He looks at me everywhere, every inch, there was no hiding from it. His ga...
IT WAS STARTING SO EARLY ALREADY, THE EXCITEMENT FOR THE WINTER BALL CLUNG TO THE AIR LIKE TACKY STRONG PERFUME. It was only noon and i'd witnessed three dance proposals, each more embarrassing then the last.
One guy interrupted my European History class to ask a quiet mousey faced girl to the dance. He had a poster that read The Ball Would be UnBEARable Without You.
The guy also carried a massive stuffed teddy bear with a red ribbon. The girls face was beat red and she twirled the ends of her hair nervously, but she agreed to go with him, the class hooted and hollered and our teacher seemed mildly annoyed that her lecture was disrupted.
The whole class period I kept thinking about how that girl had to lug that damn bear around, it was far too large to stuff in a locker.
They didn't stop there, and not every girl accepted their offer, one guy was met with an irritated grimace as she shook her head no, the guy look devastated and everyone stared and whispered.
"Oh shit," Chance said beside me at our usual spot in the cafeteria. We couldn't turn our eyes away, even as the boy took the walk of shame out of the cafeteria with his head hung low. He chucked the flowers away in a nearby trash can and a few people laughed.
"That's so fucking embarrassing," Harry said, shoveling food into his mouth. He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his top few buttons. "I feel bad for the guy."
I did too, i'd never really been rejected, not by any girls anyway. I was somewhat of a ladies man, I loved women and women loved me. I loved the curves of a woman, their smiles, their laughs. Naked women, I hadn't seen one of those in longer than i'd like to admit. I wasn't by any means a sex addict, but I did love it.
