Good Girls Can Be Fun

2. The Luck of The Un-Irish

CHAPTER 2- THE LUCK OF THE UN-IRISH  

Anxiously I rubbed my sweaty palms against my baggy school uniform pants. I was finally going to talk to Dallas Ryker. I had made sure to brush my ebony hair into an especially tight ponytail and put on my best headband. I was even wearing my lucky t-shirt underneath my white polo shirt with the school’s logo displayed on the shirt’s pocket. It was the one that had “Kiss me I’m Irish” in green bold letters written across it. It wasn’t St. Patrick’s Day and I wasn’t Irish, but it also wasn’t everyday that you talked to the guy you had been crushing on since freshman year… at least for me it wasn’t. I was in dire need of luck.

Finally, I spotted the mop of chocolate brown curls that I was so familiar with and the owner of them down the hall approaching his locker. With each step he took, getting closer to me the more nervous I became and the more fidgety. I breathed in and out trying to calm the violent beating of my heart. He turned his head in my direction and his beautiful moss green eyes connected with my average brown ones.

He stopped in front of me with two of his friends standing beside him, one on the left, Chris, and the other on the right, Blake. I didn’t like Chris or Blake. They were jerks. Dallas cleared his throat uncomfortably and he politely asked, “Can I help you?”

I pushed up my thick-rimmed glasses that were hanging on the brim of my nose and inhaled a deep breath summing up as much courage as I could, which wasn’t much “Dallas Ryker,” I blew out a breath. I looked up from my twiddling thumbs and locked eyes with him. My mind shut down and my once moist mouth grew parch, “I… um…hi,” I whispered hoarsely the words barely audible.  

He stared blankly at me and one of his buddies, Blake, snorted then covered his mouth with his hand, “Listen, I really can't deal with this right now so can you step aside so I can get to my locker,” I robotically stepped to the right as if my body were on autopilot. It took a couple of seconds, but once the realization of my failure hit me, a rock settled in the pit of my stomach. I was an idiot. My heart broke and it was still breaking into more pieces as I slowly turned around and began to trudge away.

“Why can’t these girls just leave me alone!” Dallas exclaimed. He slammed his locker shut causing me to jump. I could hear footsteps following behind me.

“I just don’t get you, Dallas. You have a line of girls waiting for you to just breathe in their direction. I don’t see how you can complain about that. You even have Alexis Myers knocking on your door. How do you turn that down?” Blake said disbelievingly.

“Give the man a break. I’m sure he’ll come around to the idea of Alexis soon enough. If not then that’s fine with me that means I can have her all to myself. And who cares about all those girls?” Chris responded, “Half of them in that line are nothing but nerdy goody two-shoes like that loser who was just at Dallas’ locker and we all know good girls are no fun, right Dallas?” I slowed my pace and Dallas, Chris, and Blake strutted by me.

“Yeah, sure,” Dallas responded distractedly. My head hung low and a lump formed in my throat. I fought away my tears. I refused to cry especially at something as little as words. An arm wrapped around my shoulder.

“So how did it go? Did you confess your undying love to Dallas,” one of my best friends, Dean, joked. He flipped his golden blonde hair out of his dark brown eyes. I shrugged off his arm and sped up my pace, not in the mood for his clowning, but my short legs were no match for his longer ones. He caught up to me in only a few large strides, “What did I say?”

“It obviously didn’t go well, stupid,” My other friend, Avery, scolded, glaring at him with her cold black eyes, “Apologize.”

“No it’s fine,” I reassured, “I have to get to class.”