Love of Stars

[Chapter 7 - Side Chick's Star Struck]

love

[luhv]

noun

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person

2. sexual passion or desire.

'Do you love me?'

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And that my friend," he said, slamming his hand on top of the wooden desk in one brisk motion, "is how you get that girl. Easy peasy, eh?"

I ran a hand through my hair nervously, "Look, I know I came to you for help, but I don't think she'll fall for something like that."

Simon sighed and pat my head, pushing himself off the desk. "There's no girl on earth who wouldn't get jealous over something like that. Trust me, I've gotten with dozens of girls using this secret technique."

I sat there for a moment as Simon stared at me, hands in his skinny jean pockets, standing like he owned the school. Knowing the power his family had over this section of he city, in a way he did. I bit my lip contemplating the turn out if I decided to go after her.

Simon's idea, I already knew it probably wasn't going to work, but I had nothing else to go off of. It was my only chance. I nodded at Simon.

"Alright I'll give it a shot I guess. But this better work!" I warned, still uneasy.

"ALRIIIIGHT," he replied, pumping his first into the air in victory, "You're going to get that girl for sure, but make sure the side chick doesn't fall for you instead. That would be err... that'd be an added difficulty that nobody in their right mind would want to deal with.

"I'm obviously not in my right mind if I'm going after this girl." I moaned letting my head fall into my open hands.

"I'm legit dying to know this girl's name. You've got to tell me Ashe."

"You'll know when you see her."

"I've seen a lot of girls, and apparently none of them are your type." Simon thought for a moment. "Lexi?"

I scoffed, Lexi'd been on my tail since the day she'd moved and never for a second had found her bleach blonde hair attractive in the slightest. Especially since the dye job made her look like a zebra.

"I'll take that as a no..." he trailed off and sat down at a desk beside me. "Describe her then. What girl do you like?"

I stuttered. "If I had to start off, I think her eyes are what drew me in at first. Like stone, they're cold and dark, but you can see flecks of life dancing through them like," I floundered for the right word, " like moss growing on the bark of a towering sequoia. They're just. Amazing. And the way her hair looks like the Caribbean Sea at twilight and how she literally does not give two flying fucks about who you think you are. I think she makes me question who I thought I was. Who I wanted to be in her eyes. Her soft gorgeous eyes, and I know, yeah I know I really just met her -"

I looked at Simon and had to stop because he was bent over the desk head in his hands, shaking violently as if he were having a mild seizure.

I leaned over and gently nudged his shoulder, " Simon?"

He gasped aloud, his tremors revealing themselves to be a scary form of hysterical laughter. He moaned and collapsed on the desk of the abandoned room, slamming his hand on the wooden surface repeatedly.