Giving Love A Shot

Meeting My Classmate (Trey)

The bell ended signaling that homeroom was over. The two mystery girls with familiar names jumped up out of their seats so fast you would've thought that they were vampires. Troy and I did the same, but as soon as we stepped into the hallway, we were bombarded by a mass of students rushing to get to their next class so we lost track of the girls. 

But the day is still young and the world is full of possibilities. I look over at my twin and he just shrugs. I turn around and head to my next class of the day, math. I walk the few doors down to the math room and walk in.

I was overly excited when I saw that the two girls were sitting in the back whispering about something. It's not that I want to know who they are, but if they are who I think they are then this just makes the school year all the more amazing. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the door slamming shut and Troy grabbing my wrist to drag me to a seat. The seats just so happened to be right in front of them. 

As soon as we sat down, they both stopped whispering and turned their attention to anywhere but us. It couldn't get any more obvious that they were uncomfortable with us right here. That means that what I thought is true if they know us.

Those were the girls that me and almost everyone else I knew bullied throughout the entire sophmore year.

I wouldn't be proud to call myself a bully, but if you would've seen them, you probably would've done the same thing. 

I peeked over my shoulder to look at Jessica. Since she wasn't paying me any attention, I decided to take in her new look.

She no longer had pimples, but a smooth clear face. Her braces were no longer there, but instead a perfect row of white teeth. Her hair wasn't nappy and tangled but flat-ironed and came to her waist. She no longer had the big thick glasses that hid her eyes, and I could see that her eyes were a emerald green. 

If I would've known that Jessica Smith was this beautiful, I would've never bullied her.

Her friend, Paris reached over and whispered something to Jessica. When she was finished saying whatever, they both started laughing. When they were done laughing, Jessica continued to smile, and I couldn't help but stare at her. She had an amazing smile.

As soon as she caught me looking at her, the smile faded and she shot me a frown before looking away. I ignored that and she turned my attention to the board at the front of the classroom. The teacher wasn't here yet, so I guess I should try to talk to her. 

But how do I start off. I can't just turn around and say Hey Jessica, I know I bullied you for the entire school year last year ,but that was because I didn't know you looked that good. I'd just end up sounding heartless and apologetic. Not really my style. But it was now or never, and I chose now. Which was probably a stupid mistake because she obviously hates me. 

Three deep breaths later and I was facing toward Jessica with what I knew was a stupid grin on my face. She looked up at me once more and a confused look came across her face, but it was obvious she wanted to laugh.

"Why are you looking like that," her beautiful voice rang in my ears.

"Because I am officially looking at the most beatiful person in the world," I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her friend roll her eyes, and Jessica just snorted. Not very lady like if you ask me. 

I was still waiting for her reply, but one never came. Jessica instead was looking past me, and that was when I realized someone was breathing down my neck. I craned my head to see who it was.

My girlfriend, Rose was standing behind me looking at Jessica like she was the scum of the Earth. Jessica didn't shrink back of look away like most girls usually do, but she stayed her ground and maintained eye contact with Rose. Neither one of them blinked. 

Rose had an itimidating look on her face, and Jessica just looked back at her with a bored expression. It seems like they've been staring at each other for a little over five minutes. 

Rose eventually looked away and turned to me. Before I could even say anything, Rose kissed me hard in front of the entire class. This is not how I wanted to start my school year off. 

When she pulled back we were both breathless, and I decided to look at Jessica one last time. My face fell when I saw her deep in conversation with Paris. They both were smiling and laughing silently. Jessica didn't look the slightest bit jealous and I didn't expect her to. The door opened again and a middle-aged man with graying hair came through the door with a briefcase.

"Good morning class. Sorry that I'm late, but all is well," he said. His voice was so deep that it practically boomed.

"I was told that we were going to have a back-to-school bash Friday. So, if anyone wants to sing or something like that at the bash then please come foward now." He informed us. He pulled out a sheet of paper and pen out of his briefcase and laid it on the nearest empty desk.

Jessica got up, and put her name on the list. I couldn't possibly picture a person like her playing at a bash. But then again she did say she was in a band. I remembered the group members perfectly, and they all looked good. Guess we'll have to see if they can play Friday. 

When Jessica came back down the row to sit down, Rose stuck her foot out to trip Jessica. Jessica apparently saw it coming and instead she stomped on Rose's foot, hard. She did it so smoothly, that it looked like an accident. When she sat down she shot Rose an innocent look and diverted her attention to something else. 

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"So what's the deal with you and that Jessica girl," Troy asked me once we had sat down at a lunch table outside.

"Her and Paris were the girls that we bullied last year and I just want to make up for lost time," I said to him.

"Noooooo," he said sarcastically. "I pretty much figured that out in first period." Troy shrugs and that was when I noticed Jessica and Paris sitting at a table across the perfectly mowed lawn. They both weren't talking but enjoying the view. I had to admit that it was amazing out here.

There were white roses planted in a little garden right in front of the building. At the edge of the school yard was a little pond that held a few fish, frogs, and turtles. There were vines growing on the poles that held the front part of the building up. The trees around us were sprouting all types of fruit that students were allowed to pick if they knew what they were doing. And my favorite thing of all was the fact that even though this is a high school, we had a little swing set at the back that help at least six people. 

When I stopped admiring the view, I noticed Troy looking at me with a bewildered expression on his face. 

"What," I asked him.

"What is wrong with you? What happened to the boy who played girls without a care in the world? Don't let some girl you bullied get in the way of the real you. I like that Trey better. He was so carefree. You don't even know this girl. She could be some type of psycho serial killer with a passion for making people suffer and then cutting their throats and then sucking their blood. The possibilities are endless," he said.

I though about if for a second before responding. "You're right. I don't need her," I said. Troy gave me a satisfied grin before we jumped into one of our random conversations. I truly meant what I said and Jessica was just a variable in the equation that was not needed.