Helpless Romantic H.S.

Chapter Five

The incident of the supermarket put her in an even worst position than before. She could no longer even do the groceries. She was locked up in her room for the rest of the week, all she needed was super long hair, a castle and she would be the Repunzel of the '70s. Today she took the first inhale of fresh air after a week, it was the first day of her junior year in high school. It was 7:00 A.M. on the dot, she walked to her bus stop that was just at the corner of her street. Summer was coming to an end as the birds chirped, and fall was around the corner. She loved the summer, it was the time
where she didn't have to worry about school, she loved the heat, plus her birthday took place during the summer, it was just a ethereal season to her. The bus stopped in front of the kids, 3 of them she hadn't seen before and assumed they were freshman. She sat next to a window, her friend Richard, taking a seat next to her. "Mandy! How was your summer?" She smiled at him as she moved a little closer to the window so he could sit down properly. "It was nice, how was yours?" She asked it, truly listening what he had to say. "It was fantastic, I've never drank so many beer in my life!" She giggled. Richard was always either drinking or smoking, never sober even for school.

They finally were at the burdened place. She felt like crying, she didn't want to be here at all. She stepped out of bus right after Richard and read the letters on the building. BEN FRANKLIN HIGH SCHOOL. All the letters in cap, they were white but the weather over the years changed it into a rather light gray. She mentally cringed when she realized she would be spending 8 months in this building.

The day when by slowly as she met her teachers and snickered to herself at the people who were in her classes this year. She had friends in her classes and she was happy for that, but now all she wanted was to go home
and take a long nap. When she got off the bus and walked home, she picked up the mail and brought it inside. She was home alone, since her uncle worked till 6 in the evening. Her phone rung and she quickly ran to answer it. "Hello?"

"Mandy, it's Harry. What are you up to?" She felt butterflies in her stomach she hasn't heard from him in a week since they got high, she missed him but didn't want to admit it to herself. "Harry, I'm so happy to hear you, and nothing really I just got out of school."

His stomach turned when he heard her excitement. He wanted to call her everyday and couldn't stop thinking about her all week and decided to call and check up on her. "Hey tomorrow I'm going down to your town and I wanted to see if you wanted to go do something?" he bit his thumb waiting for a response. "Yes, I'd love to." He smiled, his thumb still between his teeth. "I'll pick you up from school, so I can bring you home early."

"OK, my uncle comes home at 6, but to keep it safe take me home at 5."

"It's a date, honey." They said their goodbye and she hung up. She exhaled, not realizing that she was holding her breath and plummeted on her bed. Honey. Honey. Honey. Honey. Honey. Honey. Honey. Honey. The word wouldn't stop playing in her head, she was officially head over heels for this man.

Every time she caught feelings for someone, it was a boy who was just messing around with her emotions. It was different with Harry though, he was a man and had a way with words that made her heart swell, a technique boys at her school still did not know about. She was in silence with her thoughts, she thought about the dangers that would come if her and him became a thing, but she also thought about how amazing it would feel to have someone finally that you could just hug, hold hands with, steal a few kisses here and there, be able to call even though it was 3 in the morning. She wanted all those things so bad, she just wanted someone to show how much she actually cared and she wanted Harry to be that person.

Even through the phone he could tell that Honey, caught her off guard. It was his point, he wanted to see if she felt something for him like he did for her. She was special and just a child, and for a child she had a way that blew him away. She could talk about anything, a characteristic that children lost eventually while they grew up. She hadn't lost that personality trait, she reminded him of a girl in her kindergarten class that would talk to anyone for hours and never run out of words, Mandy was just like that. He'd hope that she would never change that when it came to what it had because he wasn't much to talk. It surprised him when he had called first. He grabbed his sketch book and drew with soft pencil lines a sunflower, that looked just as delicate as the girl named Mandy.