Our Sweet Blasphemy

Chapter 1

I catch her staring at me for the tenth time this class. It happens every week and I can't stand it anymore. I need her. I want her. It’s so damned cute when she blushes and looks away, her hair falls over her face as she pretends to do math work until she thinks it's safe to look at me again. She’s so beautiful! Long, straight black hair with fiery red streaks, deep, soul searching grey eyes and a smile that you couldn't help but stare at in awe. She was perfect for me. And she wanted me! If I wasn't so fucking awkward... but today I’m going to work up the courage to talk to her and finally ask out my dream girl.

The bell rings for the end of the day. She packs up her books and rushes out of class, like she always does on a Friday. As she walks out the door I let my hand gently brush over her shoulder. She stops outside the classroom, her face is pale. My heart rate picks up as I exit the class and face her. I can see her blushing under her fringe and my heart skips a beat. I decide I should sound kind of cool and sensitive at the same time.

“Don’t think I don’t see you looking at me in class,” I start to smirk as she buries her head into her books, “I saw you drawing the BVB symbol into your math book, wanna grab a coffee? We can talk about like, Andy and Ashley…” My awkwardness set in again as she lifted her head to look at me with her deep, grey eyes. I flip my hair out of my eyes as I look upwards and to the left towards the roof above the staircase. I can hear her breathing heavily so I try to think of something to let her escape from me. “Uh… you don’t have to. It’s alright…” I start walking towards the stairs. I felt so ashamed. My mission has failed. I take another step; I feel her hand holding onto my shirt. Butterflies start their battle to escape the confines of my stomach as a sweet, gentle voice passes her lips.

“No, don’t go… I’d love to grab a coffee!” I spin around and look her dead in the eyes. She smiles at me, my heart stops beating for what seems like an eternity. “Meet at the front of the school okay?” I nod and she runs past me down the stairs. I lean against the wall, hand over my now beating heart, feeling the pace go back to normal as she gets closer to her locker on the other side of the school. 

I run down the stairs myself, skipping the last four steps and jumping, landing with a loud crash that scares all the younger kids. Today I couldn’t care less about them yelling at me. I have a date with the girl of my dreams! I rush through the thinning crowd to my locker. My friend Emily turns from looking in her locker as I rip open the combination lock on my own student “Box of Death” as we call it.

“Vienna jus ran down the hall before you. What did you do to her?” She starts to laugh.

“Oh fuck off!” I shove her a little and she laughs more. I join in as I close my locker, bag slung over one shoulder. Sarah walks over and hugs me.

“She looks happy, but nervous. What did you say to her, Kati?”

“I don’t know… BVB stuff… And other stuff…” I scratch the back of my head and look around, “I’m meeting her at the front of the school, come on let’s go.” I adjust my over burdened school bag on my shoulder, Sarah nods and heads for the door at the end of the hallway. I start to panic. “What If her friends are there? And they make her mire nervous?” Sarah and Emily laugh hysterically at my remark.

“If anyone were to make her more nervous it’d be us. Who are the people that call you the pedo rapist huh?” Emily asks, a semi-serious look on her face. I laugh my anxiety off as I open the door to the free, outside world, away from school. Sarah taps my shoulder and points to a group of girls standing around what seems to be a forever-blushing Vienna.

“There she is, you want us to go over there with you?” She asks me. I shake my head.

“Nah, I think I’ll be fine, plus your ride’s here.” Emily’s mum waited for them in the parking lot.