Just For Glory | COMPLETED

The Virgin and the Jerk

Please don't ask me what possessed me to do it. Something about her just made me curious, and she was too much of a challenge to pass up.

Once the first month of sophomore year had passed, I had already established a routine. The earliest part of that routine was sitting on the floor in the locker hallway, near the doors. We, people I hung out with and I, made a habit of doing rapid-fire judgments of girls as they passed: do or not do.

Girls, as a rule, did not deign to reply. It didn't matter what we said; those chicks would just stalk by, sticking their little noses in the air. Needless to say, that didn't quite discourage us, so we became more careless about whether the girl we briefly scrutinized heard our usually crude remarks. Well, until the morning of September 29, that is, when it was only Laser and me there. Everyone called him Laser, but I think his name was Collin or something. I honestly couldn't remember; it had been so long since everyone started referring to him as Laser.

He had just stretched out his legs, nearly tripping up a brunette wearing a miniskirt and a tight white shirt, showing off tan, shapely legs and decent cleavage. She managed to overstep him with a roll of her heavily made-up eyes, and determinedly looked straight ahead. Very high-heeled shoes made her lackluster albeit single-minded walk an impressive feat. I glared at her face, which, like her eyes, was caked with makeup, only this was the powdery, orange variety. A thick layer of pale pink lip gloss made her thin lips look oddly shiny, and her hair was over-dyed and dry, which just added to the overall fake look.

Laser and I glanced at each other, then at the brunette, and back to each other. We made our evaluations at the same time.

"Wouldn't do her," I decided, raising my lip slightly.

"Easy do," he said, sneering once he realized my answer. "Are you serious, Dono? She'd be so...easy."

"Yeah, so you said. Man, imagine waking up to that! Did you see all that shit on her face? You have no idea what she really looks like. I'll bet she's a troll," I said easily, trusting my intuition going when it came to that much skin covering.

He shrugged in reply, lolling his head towards the door, where a group of kids were entering. They were mostly guys, and they all seemed to mesh together, like they weren't so much people as one polo shirt-wearing entity. Laser and I ignored them. Ten or so feet behind this group was a slender girl reading and walking.

I narrowed my eyes, sweeping my gaze from her head down as she drew closer. She looked like she was on the tall side of average, maybe 5'8" or so. Her hair was sort of a dark blonde, obviously natural. It was pulled into two messy buns at the back of her head, a shorter bit falling over her left eye.

She had a pale face, her features sort of...delicate? It was hard to describe. She had large eyes behind black, rectangular-framed glasses, and a smattering of light freckles coupled with a hint of acne. Not too bad, but it was there on closer inspection. Her nose was small and round and her lips were a medium pink, well-shaped like the old silent movie actresses' lips. At a glance, I could tell she wasn't wearing any make-up as well, which was an interesting change.

She was wearing a dark blue, fitted t-shirt that showed off virtually nothing but thin, pale arms. Her pants were black and only went to the knees, not particularly tight on her legs, which were also thin and pale, but hung snugly on hips that couldn't really be called hips. I thought "hips" implied curves, which this girl was lacking in a big way. A black messenger bag hung off her shoulder, resting on her knee. Both the bag and its strap were decorated heavily with pins, patches, and a bunch of silver writing. What really got me, though, were her shoes.

Brown Converse High-Tops, with the laces undone from the top metal hole. They had obviously been worn plenty, since the color was slightly faded, the rubber scuffed and scratched, and the laces ragged. I glanced at my own feet, which were in the same shoes, albeit ones in worse shape, complete with the top hole undone. All this inspection was done in a matter of seconds. I made a somewhat unexpected decision, then.