Elvis and Turtles

Chapter Two

Mr. Setter's voice pulls me back into reality a little. I guess I was hoping that it would have been Austin, but it wasn't. It was stupid of me to even think that he would even come after me. I don't want to seem rude though, so I put on my best smile and turn to face Mr. Setter.

"I forgot to give you my card, that way if you ever need anything you won't have to search for my shop's number." Mr. Setter smiles, hands me the card and turns to walk away.

"Thank you, Mr. Setter!"

"Oh, anytime dear!"

I wander down the street trying to make sense of all that's happened today. Not only did I open up to two complete strangers, but I started to like one of them! Cymphonie will never forgive me if she finds out I might like Austin, will she? I know if she did that to me I would probably never forgive her. Okay, I will not think about Austin, again, ever.

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Okay, so maybe that ‘the-whole-never-thinks-about-Austin-again’ isn't working out for me. I mean it was going fine, I haven't thought about him too much for the past three days, but Cymphonie just asked me to go on a double date with them on Friday. That's in two days and it will be very interesting. I already told her about Austin and I meeting and everything, I just kind of left out the part where I started to like him. I don't know who I'll be going on the date with, and I promise that I am not looking forward to it. At all.

My history teacher keeps lecturing; she goes on and on and on. When will he learn that after high school I am not going to need to know about brinksmanship and what year civil rights acts has passed, the only reason I can make it through this class everyday is because I sit behind Jason and Jackson Johnson. They are the funniest people I know, but I haven't told them that.

Jason is older than Jackson by 12 minutes and won't let him forget it. The Johnson twins both have shaggy brown hair and deep green eyes. They have a few freckles on their faces, and have the perfect lightly tanned skin color. Both of them are super attractive and smart. The only difference in their appearance is their clothes. Jason always wears button up shirts and skinny jeans, while Jackson wears T-shirts and plaid shorts.

Everyday, they draw pictures of our teacher, Mrs. Snider, wearing different types of hats and old fashioned clothes in remote parts of the world. My favorite one she wore a heavy fur cape and a fruit hat in New York City. I'm glad that they always show me their pictures, because I think that I would fall asleep if they didn't. Mrs. Snider doesn't appreciate when people fall asleep in her class, she gives detention and detention with her is torture.

I am on the verge of sleep when I notice a folded piece of paper on the corner of my desk. I love getting notes from Jackson, they are always super funny. I don't usually write him back, but he's knows I read them.

‘So Saturday I, Jason, and Lyndsey are going to the spillway! Are you in? We could even call it a date ;) and don't even try to hide that you are blushing right now because I have eyes on the back of my head! Check it out!’

Well of course that made me blush! We've never hung out before and I don't know if I really want to go on a date with him.  I look up and then I can't hold it in, I start laughing really hard. Jackson has a pair of glasses with eye balls drawn on them on the back of his head. The eyes are looking right at me.

"Is there something funny about World War 2 Ms. Young?" Oh, crap! I don't even know what we were talking about. Someone save me! I locked eyes with Jackson and I plead with him silently.

"Mrs. Snider, you do realize that we are talking about World War One don't you?" Jason to the rescue! I will totally owe him big time after this!

"Thank you Mr. Johnson, I am well aware of the fact. Ms. Young, please pay attention and do not giggle in my class!"

 Oh, being a junior can be so suckish! I have almost all required classes and they are almost all boring. I don't see how the teachers actually expect me to pay attention in all of my classes! I'm glad I have a few friends here and there to bail me out, though! I better write Jackson back before the bell rings.

‘The spillway is haunted isn't it? I have to be home by 1 on weekends :)’

I stick the note in the hood of his jacket and silently erase the eyes on his glasses. He drew them in dry erase marker so it just wiped off. He grabs the note from his hood, reads it and then turns around and winks at me.

I blush again and stare at the floor. Luckily the bell rings before I could cause more embarrassment! I went to my locker and on the inside, I found an envelope with my name on it. I don't have time to read it right now so I’ll just take it to class.

I get into Pre-Calculus and take my seat at the back of the room. There is no one in this class that I want to talk to, and luckily no one talks to me. We have a substitute today and the class is just watching Megamind. It just so happens to be one of my favorite movies and I have seen it multiple times, so I don't mind missing the beginning to read my little letter.

Dear Sam,

You are such a beautiful girl. Not only do you make me smile outside, but every time I see you I smile inside. There is something about you that no other girl in our school has. I don't know what it is about you that get me. But I want you to know that you've got me. I hope someday, I can tell it to your face how I feel about you. I'm not a man of few words, I don't have any problems talking to girls, but you make me nervous. I wish I could talk to you! I want to talk to you about anything and everything. I really want to get to know you better, but I can't seem to master the courage to talk to you. Please write me back, and stick your reply to me under seat G7 in the auditorium.

Love,

John Doe

P.S. = How has your day been?

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!

Two things! First, someone in this world is nervous to talk to me? I can't talk to anyone without getting this sick feeling in my stomach, and this "not a man of few words" can't "master the courage" to talk to me? Whoa! Second, "John Doe" thinks I'm beautiful. Heck, I've never even been told that I'm pretty! I have hazel eyes that don't "sparkle" or serve any purpose other than being used to see. My hair is either dark blonde or light brown, it just comes to my shoulder and honestly it does not have a natural shine, and I don't know how to style it. I either have it in a pony tail or straight. The end. Two hair styles. I'm not super skinny; I would say I am almost chubby actually. There are some beautiful girls in my school, and I promise I am not one of them! Okay, I have a third thing; someone has a crush on me?

My heart is pounding, my face is turning red, and I don't know what to do. I'm getting butterflies! Not because I am falling in love with whoever wrote this note, but because I have never had someone ever have a crush on me! Whoa, I don't know what to do. I try to collect my thoughts and I look up to see Megamind and Minion prancing down the streets of Metro City to Highway to Hell, and for the moment all thoughts of mystery man are gone and I zone out to Megamind. He doesn't have a crush on Minion's girlfriend!