If she only knew how I really feel about her...
That is the only thing I can think about as I lay in my bed. Today is the day that I start college. I swear I just graduated from The High yesterday. Being 17 and under my parents roof, I've been guarded from all bad the world harbors in the dark places I'm prepared to face it. I get out of bed and start my morning routine. The basics of showering, brushing my teeth, and struggling to tame my super curling mane. After I finish, I stood in front of my rather small closet.
"It's just college", I think and pull out black sweats and a plain white shirt. I grabbed a hoodie too. Knowing Texas weather it could change within the next minute. I put on my pink floral Adidas Flux to finish my lazy outfit.
I checked the time. "Shit! I'm a be late" I had 30 minute to get there. I ran out of my room to the kitchen.
My mom screamed at me, " you know you're gonna be late right?"
"Really ma? I'm obviously running around because I'm hype for school"
"Just saying you should be leaving."
"I am. I am. Bye mom. I love you", and I shut the door before she responded. I know she said it back though. I jogged to my grey Nissan Versa and was out.
I pulled up to the school and was terribly disappointed. I was actually mad. THERE WERE NO BADDIES ANYWHERE!!! This is gonna be something. I was walking to class with my head down and my earbuds in not wanting to look at all the ugliness that was passing me. Let me introduce you to the ugly circus. There were ugly girls who swore they were the baddest female ever, then there were some that dressed pretty good until you walked past them and smelled that they didn't shower in months, the boys that wore the J's and you just knew they broke because their hair is dry and their clothes are from Goodwill, and the boys that walk around campus thinking they the shit and every female wants them. Finally, I was in class just in time to catch roll then the rest of the day was a blur.
My last class of the day was done and I was happier than ever because I now had time to eat. I made my way to my car and drove to the nearest Chick-Fil-A. I grabbed a couple of 20's and walked in. I looked around only to see that this little spot was packed but this one girl caught my eye. I took a closer look and realized it was her. The one girl I had a major crush on since I was 15.
"Fuck", I said under my breath. I'm not good with confrontations and I could feel my palms sweating from me being nervous. My thoughts were arguing.
Go talk to her
Nigga run!
Don't be soft
You always freeze up
Grow some balls
I took a breath and took the Nigga run option. I turned around and bummed into a stranger and made them drop all of their food. Shit! Shit! Shit!
"I'm so sorry! I should have watched where I was going", I told the stranger. They accepted the apology and we both cleaned up the mess. But with the loud noise we made the whole place was staring at us. Even her
"D?", she said.
Fuck I'm screwed.
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