Chasing Ronnie

- Delete Virus -

"Bye Melissa!"

He waved. Not even a hug or a short handshake. Just a wave. A simple flick of the wrist to the left and right that requires no physical contact, and he turns around over his right shoulder and walks out of my sight. Again.

This isn't the first time it's happened, nor the second and I'm sure it won't be the last.

Everyday after school at exactly three-o-clock, he waits for me at the corner of the street to walk me halfway home. Not all the way, or three quarters of the way. Just half way.

He's playing mind games with me!

I just don't understand how he can brush me off so easily after our short romantic walks filled with deep conversations about life.

Well, at least on my end, it's romantic.

He would laugh almost every time I would unintentionally make a joke, and he would do this mock of a shocked face, where he would open his mouth wide and end up laughing.

Ugh.

I hate how much attention I pay into his simple gestures. Our time is usually filled with laughter and there has never been a dull moment. So if I am some form of entertainment and he enjoys my company, why won't he make a move?

As I walk the rest of my way home, I contemplate how I could have changed the conversation and manipulated it into a flirtatious talk. Yet, I always fail to consider the fact that I could NOT flirt! Not even to save my dear life. Which is honestly ridiculous since I should have acquired an immense amount of practice of it via my admirers.

These "admirers" or better yet known as the viruses, are so pestering! Just like those pop-up ads I would get on my computer when I'm in the middle of reading something relevant and would end up distracting me of what I'm trying to do.

This is exactly what these boys are. Viruses. They come from every corner when I least expect it and would distract me from the one thing that is entirely relevant in my life- Ronnie.

*1 hour ago*

Having PE as my last class is the absolute worse! I'm forced to do physical activities, which requires sweating and doesn't involve books. Like seriously? I would rather write another essay again instead of killing myself doing pushups.

When the bell finally rings signifying the class and better yet, the day is over, I rush to the girls locker room. Where I would automatically be slapped in the face with the scent of mixed Victoria's Secret or Bath and Body Works lotions, and the most potent smell of sweat.

That mixture of female body oder and an assortment of scented lotions, is toxic and nauseating. To the point that I have to hold my breath until I reach my locker, to later hold my breath again and make it out the room.

I swore to never get dressed inside that place, because I feel I am risking my life enough on the suicide mission that is reaching my book bag and clothes!

As I sneak into the luxurious faculty bathroom, I rush to splash cold water on my face, fix my hair and re-apply my lip balm. After I look presentable, I open the door an inch wide, no more, no less. I peek out, and dash out towards the exit to meet Ronnie who is waiting patiently outside that door.

If I walk briskly I could make it out that door in just six steps.

Five.

Four.

" Hey beautiful. "

Ugh.

Great. Couldn't he choose a better time to attack me?

" Ummm.. I have somewhere to go Miguel."

" But..."

"Again. I hav-"

"But I just blessed you with my presence."

This kid actually had the audacity to look confused. He just stood there with his eyebrows furrowed, and his head tilted to the side with a small pout on his lips. As if he was trying to solve a difficult Calculus equation.

Knowing him, he's most likely trying to calculate where to find his next victim.

I have to admit, Miguel is not that hard to look at. In fact, he's not hard to look at, at all. He is about six-feet-tall and plays for the school's varsity football team. He has those drop dead gorgeous features of a chiseled jaw, strong physique and light blue eyes...

But a personality of an arrogant five-year-old.

He is the trojan horse virus. The one that never wants to go away, and the most persistant of them all. And right now he's in between of whom I actually rather look at. So I did the most logical and normal thing I could possibly think of.

"Delete virus." and I pushed him aside to later run out the door to my guy.

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May's Note:

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter to the story where you got to meet your protagonist Melissa, and a glimpse inside her chaotic teenage brain. I will try my best to post the next chapter tomorrow! This next chapter will include a flashback of how Melissa and Ronnie met. Very interesting shall I say.....

p.s. Above is a picture of Melissa.

See ya,

Mayrelin <3