Imagine the cheesiest way to meet a girl. You can't. The truth is, there are no cheesy way to meet a girl. I believe that everyone you meet is not because it just happens but because fate dictated so. At this point my kids in the future are going to ask if I believe in fate and probably laugh but yes, I do believe in fate. In this case, serendipity.
Face it, we were all young once. If you're not my age then you will be soon and trust me, as of birth, fourteen years passes as quick as a heart beat. Do you ever feel the adrenaline just pumping through your blood? It's that feel when you lock the doors and do what you do. It's that feel when you take on a roller coaster and happen to live to get off it. It's basically a chemical reaction forming in your glands just as you attempt to perform a risky task. The term 'excitement' is used when you feel that kick of adrenaline. Of course you can simulate that with your steroids or asthma inhaler. I'm just showing off my middle school knowledge, stuff I just learned in my science class. But never mind the adrenaline because I am an adrenaline junkie.
I do not take steroids and I hate horror movies. I have better ways of experiencing excitement the way only the real men does. To define real men, men who acquires three of the five 'C's; connection, cash, car, character and competence. A connection between the parents and fellow friends are important but most importantly a woman in your life. That I have checked. I'm young, my source of finances are from the pops and as a gentleman, I can not check that. I do have a driver that can drive me around yet still illegal to drive even though I really want to drive badly so that's another no. Believe me when I say I have a character. Some may call it stubborn but it's not when you're always right and that's the case for me. Lastly, confidence, an easy check off the list of five. Like I said a real man. I take my adrenaline from risk taking action because I am confident that I can strengthen some of my connection and that's just part of my character. I ought to never fail. In which case, I am trying to connect with a girl across the room in my math class.
It's only the beginning of the school year and it was the year which I wanted to lay low. Call it the emo phase for all you want but that phase never really hit me. I had a depressed phase. Several actually. I told myself no distractions, no games, pure me doing what I do best. Lies. I do not do well in what I do without the distractions. Competition is a source of motivation and so is companionship. It gives me something to prove or fight for. I am a flexible person who is great at anything. I am physically fit and I excel in academics and I enjoy myself a hundred percent of the time. Today, on the first day back in school, I decided to chase after the perfect girl. She's new to the school and sits alone in the class. I will admit that she's cute and that's all at first glance. Not exactly a top score but not unfortunate looking as well. Just my type. No, I did not notice her at first, not until the first task has been set. It was a puzzle which I the class had to solve. I looked around the room as I was finishing the puzzle to find that the girl had finish the puzzle before I did. I was furious. Competition kicks my glands in the ass and out come the adrenaline. I walked across the room to look at her work. She looks up at me like the beastly giant that I am and I looked down at her like the tiny turtle that she was. Her legs does not touch the floor when seated in a upright position in most chairs. I regret not asking her name. Knowing that she's done it right I went back to my seat. I asked around for her name but to no avail, no one knows her name.
At this point I am dying just to know her name. That night I went home sitting by the stairs at my house scrolling Instagram. The typical teenager's activity, to scroll for endless hours on social media. It's in the name, the purpose was to be social and Instagram did not fail me. It was only four hours after school ended when the girl requested to follow me on Instagram. However, her name was not on her profile. I had to find a way to find out her name so I began to text her. She posts a lot of food so I jokingly texted 'tapao for me' which means get me some take away in my local slang. To which she was confused. We kept conversing to the point which I admitted that I did not know her name. Cheryl. A lovingly, phenomenal name. God bless her parents. We kept conversing ever since. Over the next few months we did not stop texting one another.
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The Story of You and I
RomanceThe author, a young man no older fifteen as of this year has experienced some childish puppy love. A story with a little less complication. A story with a lot of unanswered questions. A story that's worth telling even after years when this happened.
