The Sky's the Limit

Chapter 1: Fantasy Girl

There she was the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on, and also my best friend. We were the outcasts in School. The ones no one talked to. The ones people didn't even notice when they walked up and down the hall, bumping into us with no remorse. The bell had just rung and it was time for me to get to third period. This was one of my favorite classes of the day. I'm sure you can imagine why. That's right. That was my only and my longest class with Scarlett. I don't know what I ever did to become as lucky as to have someone so magnificent come into my life. She was all I could think about. All I could focus on. She was the highlight of my day and the thing that made me smile even at my worst moments. As soon as the bell rang we took out seats because we didn't want that cranky, bald-headed, dreadful math teacher, Mr. Swanson to get us in trouble again. Those pants tucked in just the right amount to shrink your waste 3-inches a day. Just the perfect centered glasses upon his face with a death look that made him seem like he was just dying to catch some poor victim and make them pay by using their brains. 

See, here's something you ought to know about Mr. Swanson. When he was a kid, his father had left by the time he had turned 10 and his mother didn't want the absence of his father to make his life in school harder than it already was so she pushed him a little too hard, harder than she was supposed to. So the strictness, the frown, the nerdy look, that's all just his past affecting his present. At least that was what I had heard. "What are you staring at maggot?" he yelled at me. "N-Nothing sir", I replied. "That's right nothing, rotten kids". I always had a feeling he hated me, but hey, hate is mutual. Scarlett just sat next to me. God all I wanted to do was just lean over her and hug her until the shameful sounds and scatter of the outside world would have to release us. As soon as she sat down beside me I could smell her lily flower perfume releasing its aroma all over the room with the single sprits she puts on in the morning.

Her incredibly sexy eyes that could make my heart skip a beat the second they glared at me. Making their way to her perfectly soft lips that look liked you could take a nap on them forever. If the thought of just wanting to kiss her even ran through my mind, I would've feinted before it even went completely through my cerebral cortex. She was perfect. Just the right amount of perfect, at least for me anyways. Today's lesson: Logarithms. They weren't easy. Sometimes, like today, they were. Surprisingly they were. It wasn't that difficult for me and Scarlett. Of course not, smartest kids in class have their perks sometimes. Why doesn't she notice me? All I do is try to capture her attention. But no, all she cares about is stupid Cameron. The stupidest person in our class by far, but lucky for him, captain of the football team has its perks as well. 6-feet of blonde, muscle, and very few brain cells, the testosterone is a little too high, but Scarlett doesn't seem to mind. I don't know why she thinks she even has a chance with him, it's not like he can't have her. He can. Anyone could. But I wanted that anyone to be me. All he cares about is his football, his girls, and his fancy little car. I for one, see him as the fake person he is. 

We remained quiet throughout third period; I guess she just didn't feel like speaking very much. When the bell rang she stormed out of class like a stampede of wild animals racing to see who makes it first to the oasis. I was actually quite upset because I was hoping to talk to her. It was the first time I actually even thought of telling her how I felt. Sadly, I didn't have fifth period with her, although I wish I did. I wish I had every period with her. We met in the cafeteria about an hour later. "Hey, what's wrong? I noticed you walked out of class really quick. Is everything alright", I said worried. "Yea, yea everything is fine", she replied uncertain. I looked at her knowing she was lying, it was so obvious, something was definitely wrong with her. "Really, what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything", "I know I know it's just....please don't tell anyone", she said unnerved. "Of course not, do you know who you're talking to? Go on. Tell me" She took a while to answer.

 I could tell by the way she was breathing something wasn't right. She almost seemed nervous in a way. But not the kind of way that makes you want to help her. Just the kind of way that makes you want to find out more on what she's talking about so you can carefully construe what she was saying, or....just the kind of nervous that made you think, huh? What is going on with that girl? Why won't she tell me what's on her mind? And just when I thought this couldn't be more frightening, she burst out the words that I had never thought she would say, the words I thought only existed in my mind. "I- I think I'm falling in love with you Jason", she said unsure. My heart thundered against my rib cage, pounding out a jagged rhythm, getting steadily faster. I came up speechless; I was as pale as a ghost. My brain wondered my palms got sweaty; I got completely uncomfortable which I don't understand why because she has been the only girl on my mind since the seventh grade. "I don't understand what it is, it's just...spending so much time with you has made realize that I may be starting to get these strong feelings that I honestly don't know what they mean and I need help figuring them out." 

Those words coming from her mouth made me have this intense feeling of euphoria. Nothing could prepare me for what she was about to say next. "But this is crazy right? I can't be feeling this for you, you're my best friend." Of course it was too good to be true. But instead of telling her how I truly felt, I stupidly and utterly mumbled, "yea....that's crazy". I started feeling like crap afterwards. I knew that's not what I wanted to say. That's not how I wanted to express myself. Sometimes I ask myself "Why does everything have to be intrinsic?" She should just belong to me. I don't just want her to be mine. I need her to be mine. She makes me feel amazing in ways I've never thought anyone could make me feel. She briskly got up and went to go get food. As I waited for her to get back I couldn't look at her in the face another second without doing anything.

When she sat down next to me again I unexpectedly planted a kiss upon her delicate, pink, juicy lips. I could feel the passion dripping off her; I could smell the essence of how much she wanted it, and how much more I wanted it. The feeling of her body so close to mine and the intense flow of energy as our faces met, and how in the blink of an eye, I was already kissing her, something I never thought I'd do. As my brain my was pulling my body to do that, it just felt so natural I couldn't believe I hadn't done it sooner, because you know what? She kissed me back. There was no other place I wanted to be right now, no other thought I wanted to be running through my mind, and no other person I wanted to do that to even more. So as it turns out, my fantasy girl had been my girl all along without me realizing it, and just the image of two people being this happy, completely overwhelmed me.