The Post-It List

Final Countdown

I stared aimlessly into Leahs eyes at lunch. I didn’t even know I was staring at her. Mindlessly, I watched her play with her hair and roll her eyes at each word Mr. Synclair said. Her shape and physique was amazing. Stopping to catch my attention, he asked, “David, what’re you staring at?” I had to think of something quick. I noticed the political map of America.

“Well, Mr. S., I was in fact, admiring how many states have more than five major cities in them.” _Lame_. I heard a girl snicker behind me. It wasn’t Leah, but someone else. Her eyes watched me, I could feel it. And when I turned around the black figure turned away.

            I didn’t know her name. But I knew the girl. She had gotten Fail so many times. Her breathing startled me in the darkness of the last two rows. Even in the limited light I could see her figure even better than I could see Leah. She had a nice chest (Not large, but fairly sexy), and her lips were jolly rancher red. The sudden thought of her lips connecting with mine was a lifesaver (Candy references), but it made me excited. Now, I won’t explain what happened, but I will say, they are hard to cover. Anyway, she had long black hair and a pale baby face. Her black nails scratched at her wrist, but moved away. There were perfect straight lines that bled. Crusted blood lay along the scratches.

      Her thick black eyeliner dripped down her face as she let out a gasp in pain as a final scratch was pressed to her wrist. My eyes were once again glued to her. “What do _you_ want, loser?” Mr. Synclair stopped and announced our partners for a huge project that was worth 35% of our whole grade. Leah looked at me and winked. I smiled back, but it was just a mere act.

      “Um, David you and Kiaria will be together.” The girl behind me groaned unable to be ignored. I sighed and passed her my number.

      “What’s this?” she scoffed, glaring at the paper with her dark, almost black eyes. It amazed me; How perfect an asshole could be. The way her lips popped for the question made me yearn for her more.

      “My number, so we can call each other after school, Kiaria.” Oh my god, what a beautiful name she has.

      *WHAT AM I DOING!?* She is so not my type! She cuts herself, for god’s sake! “That’s Kiaria Alejandra to you.” I am too weak for her level of offense and skill. Everything about her just drives me crazy, and I know I sound love stricken, but I think she is perfect. But she hates me. Why? I don’t know. I think I am pretty darn awesome. I mean, I AM David. Okay, that was pretty selfish. Egotistical. Modest. But, whatever. Aacie was pressed to the side of mind that controls hate. Aacie betrayed me.

      She doesn’t need me. I don’t need her. I have Kiaria, and even if she doesn’t need me, I will get her. And Aacie has Daniel. But whatever. I don’t want her.

      But I keep telling myself I do need her. It is my mind that tells me I don’t but my lil’ buddy down south that tells me what I want to hear.

      I looked back at Kiaria Alejandra, and withdrew my phone number. And I muttered a sorry. She looked at me and pressed her palm to my cheek. It was cold and made me freeze. The way her eyes stared deeply into mine was hopelessly romantic. I smiled. Just her touch made me lean in, as if she would kiss me. But then she pulled away and I felt bad for even thinking that she would kiss me. That she would fall for me. She left her hand plastered to my face, but her eyes were so far-away. The bell rang and she quickly escaped my glare, and left. I sat in my chair and gathered my stuff. Remembering her presence, knowing she wouldn’t want me. I am just a guy, trash to most. But yet I had a feeling she wants me back. Just a small part of me thinks that. Even though my mind tells me lies, I know the truth.

      She will get me and I will get her.