It was the beginning of eighth grade, and all my friends were over my house and we were talking about a new girl coming to our school. First, it was good things and then it was bad as she rightfully rejected what I'd call the "ringleader" of our group of friends but I'll get into that later. I didn't speak up the entire time and had rather kept to myself not wanting to agree on any of the subjects because I really thought this girl looked cute and wanted to give her a chance not just mark her off as an awful person right off the bat.
School had begun and I started to talk to this girl in my math class ninth period our last period of the day; she gave me something to look forward to at the end of day each and every day and that was seeing her. Each and every which chance I got to help her in math I did and I'd get up, squat behind her and help her from over her shoulders. Her smile was the sweetest thing I had ever seen in my entire life and her hair smelled sooo good! Like not to be creepy but it was amazing. Time went on and we talked more and more and she grew on me more and more each and every day. It wasn't until we were alone at our table and we had a substitute teacher until she REALLY wiggled into my heart. One of the answers to a question was 420 and we both made a weed joke and looked at each other almost in like a new way such as "who is this amazing person who are you really and where did you come from." From this point onward I'd stare and stare at her in all my other classes that I shared with her until she looked at me and I would ever so quickly look away as to not look like an idiot or a creep.
The first school dance was quickly arriving and someone else was already talking to now the girl of my dreams. I had to ask for her number eventually but I wussed out and friday passed and it was the weekend. I was home with two friends when I asked on the then spicey app ask.fm for her number ANONYMOUSLY by mistake,
"OH SHIT"
I had said to myself,
"She's gonna think I'm some sort of stalker or something I blew it it's all over"
However, to my surprise it all worked out and we began texting from that point forward until we went to bed. I slowly learned that another boy was talking to her and the days between the dance were shortening more quickly than I could have ever imagined and I knew I had to do something, I had to ask her to the dance soon or else she wouldn't be mine and for all I'd know I'd lose her. Later that night, nervous as I was, after minutes upon minutes which soon felt like hours of thought I had asked her to the dance and to my avail she had said yes. I was so excited I was beside myself I could not believe that a girl like her, with such beautiful black hair, the richest colored eyes, the sweetest and biggest smile that could melt any guy, and finally a girl as sweet as her would say yes to go to the dance with me.
Being the odd depressed kid that I was the dance made me anxious and nervous. I tended to stay in the background of things and blend in with the walls; I was never one to go out and do exciting things and be in the center of it or just go to dances themselves it just made me ever so anxious and I did not like it one bit. I took drugs and cut myself to relieve the pain even a little bit because it had stressed me so much.
It was finally the night, all sweaty and out of my body I went on to the gym floor to find the girl I so desperately wanted to call mine and maybe one day hold in my very arms. After some small talk with our friends we had eventually met up for one of the slow songs and I was so nervous that I stuttered when I asked her if she'd want to go out with me sometime. And when I mean stutter I completely and utterly botched it, it was so broken that a foreign exchange student would have spoken much more fluently than I. Not being able to hear what I said she raised her voice over the music,
"What??!"
With a confused look on her face. Now this look scared me. I thought she was about to laugh at me for even asking assuming that she had heard me. During the time I had thought about this and it was processing she repeated,
"Whaat??!"
and came closer to the crook of my shoulder, standing on my feet to compensate for the height difference, thus decreasing the space between us. Time itself to me began to slow around us because to me nothing else matter all I cared about was this very moment and then I spoke the words I've been waiting to speak for ages,
"Would you like to go out sometime?"
"Like?" she responded.
"Boyfriend and girlfriend," I barely uttered out becoming nervous again.
She then looked at me in my eyes with her beautiful, beautiful eyes and spoke the one word I had never expected to hear,
"Yes".
After doing so she then ran into a crowd of her friends and I was left dumbfounded because I had never thought any of this would have happened; and before I knew it she was back and asked if i wanted to take a picture her. Me being me I was surprised any girl I've been with would have been embarrassed to do that with me although the other girls I've been with have cheated on me in front of me as well. I already knew she was different heads over heels as she dragged me through the halls to where she wanted the photo was taken. After several different shots of the photo we parted ways for the night. She got in her car I got into mine, and as I did as I sat down still feeling absolutely astonished and beside myself I thought with a goofy grin on my face,
"I hope this lasts a long time"
and to my surprise and luck, it did and still is.
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The Girl
Fiksi Remaja[incomplete] This is the story which lead to the best years of my life. Very emotional maybe even relatable. No character names are mentioned to keep the story anonymous because these are all real people and so if this is in any way, shape, or form...
