Nothing in the world is clear even if the eyes are working properly. You never see behind if you don't turn your head but no matter how much you like to see better ahead, the future is not made to be seen by eyes. It is unknown, a stranger you can be afraid of or you can be attached to. It doesn't care whether you choose it; it comes impromptu and makes you get used to it, with its storms or breezes. Oddly, though you never wished to go through rain and wind, after they come and then go, you yearn for the action and torment that kept you in shape. The world has room for choices but what a shame they end!
Before the future's coming, the present was swirling and she, Dalma Maestro, was playing her fate.
"Wait a second." Said Joely somewhat confused by her friend's choice. "You want to make a guy fall for you? Intentionally?"
"That's what I said." Dalma was determined.
"Why?" Joely wanted to know. "You don't lack the attention, never been without an arm at your disposal at any party... What do you want to prove?"
"Nothing. All the time, they were boys who made me fall in love head over heels although they didn't deserve it, now it's time to make them fall for me. And I want to know this; I want to see it clearly."
"So, it's revenge? On Jerr?"
"Jerr's gone, Joely. Now it's me and my choice."
"A choice purposely insane. And who you thought of, someone from our class?"
Dalma visualized the class although she knew it for more than three years. She was in her senior year and her colleagues had always been outside her limit, not because they were no cute boys but because she didn't want to be every day followed by some bad breakup. Three of the boys who were sitting behind her looked good enough but were a target way too easy for her. Then there were the nerds in front of the other row, a job even easier and not at all impressive. And then it was the cheerful corner, as the professors called it: five boys, most of them teammates in the high school basketball team, always having something to comment, something to tease that always bothered.
No one could reproach them something, they knew to keep quiet when needed, and if anyone had the courage to argue them for anything, one of them always had the verbal whip with him. Therefore, they were left alone. It was better not to be seen by them than to become their target. They couldn't be called your typical bullies, they were too smart to be that, they were simply sarcastic in the way they thought it was funny and cheerful. Dalma never had anything to do with them; they were not her kind of party. So far.
"Iz." She chose passing quickly with her gaze at the unshaven guy with a black hat on his head.
"What?!" Joely yield attracting nearly all eyes in the class.
Dalma left herself down the chair.
"We'll talk after." She whisppered unable to move, knowing she could still be seen.
How would she make the toughest boy in class, nay, from the whole high school, fall for her if she was afraid to be seen by him?
Joely couldn't wait, and because she stood with her back at the professor, so to talk to Dalma, she could see that the world resumed its activity.
"How about Danny?" She said. "He's way cuter."
Dalma knew how Danny looked like, no need to turn. Danny was the kind of guy who probably resembled his mother, a typically feminine beauty. His features were of a very good-looking actor. He always wore hats and probably was blond. Still, he was too easy to conquer and it was most likely for her to be the first of them to fall into the love trap set by her. No. She needed something difficult, something impossible even. It had to be Iz.
