Your best mistake

Broken earbuds

Mrs. Osborn has her  back turned writing an 8 step equation on the board that no one except for me, is paying attention to. I'm feverishly trying to copy down everything she wrote with her almost dried out red expo marker. I had  my pre calculus honors note book all decorated with little heart stickers and mathematical symbols all around it. I figured it would make me more motivated in class if i had a aesthetically pleasing and over decorated notebook to write in.

I tapp my black paper mate jel pen on the table while waiting for her to move away so i can see the rest of the equation. Thats when my phone vibrates and i looked down and see a text from my on and off again boyfriend Henry. I roll my eyes and ignore it. Thats just like him, disrespecting me and then trying to be all lovey dovey like nothing ever happened at all. He was soo ignorant and selfish sometimes...all the time. I honestly don't know why i even put up with him. I guess i just like how special and wanted he makes me feel. He really has a way of manipulating me and making me feel bad for his actions. I guess you can call him a narcissist. I needed him to stay with me so we can go to prom together senior year and proove Alexandra wrong.

Alexandra was my old bestfriend. We go wayy back since middle school days when all the kids dared each other to date, barely making the one week mark. We were inseparable and obsessed with each other till she developed a crush on the heart-throb at school and boiled with jealously when she found out that he thought i was cute. "Cute". Thats all it was, i never felt soo flattered and hated at the same time my whole life. Every girl mean mugged me and exchanged sneaky little comments whenver i walked down the hall. My anxiety rose to the max since i didnt have Alexandra to walk remotely anywhere with me. I couldn't ever help but look down as i tried to keep my glasses from falling when i walked past a group of boys. Those were the worst years if my life.

My phone vibrates again. What the fuck does this guy want?

Meet me down the hall by my locker love, I got something i want to show you. Please.

He gets me everytime he ends his sentences with "love" and he knows it too. I don't see why I can't meet him, afterall i hate wondering and being curious . The bell rings and everyone jolts up from their zombie positions and rush out the door.

"Do you think I can do this worksheet and the one due next week and turn them into you for extra credit?", I asked Mrs. Osborn.

She had her long thin blond hair in a low ponytail and her reading glasses sitting on top of her head, covering part of her huge forehead that shone like her bite sized engagement ring.

" I don't think i can let you do that honey, but why do you even care for extra credit? You have a 91% in my class...you're doing just fine", She laughed.

" yeah but I just feel like imma mess up on something and my grade will drop down to a 87 or something...I don't want a B+".

"Mary please. Go home and enjoy yourself for once, stop worrying about your grades and what will or won't drop. I need to grade all this homework. Have a great day."

I rolled my eyes grabbed my victoria pink backpack and headed for the door. All i had was my black papermate jel pen stuck in the back of my head. I think i left it on my desk. I couldn't focus so I turned right back around before even reaching the door and ran back to my desk which was right next to the window. I took it and ran my petite 5'2 body to the front door and shoving it open not even taking into consideration who could have been hit.

Thats when a loud thud startles me.

Who did I hit?? Shit..i just hit someone.Please. Please. Please, dont be a teacher.

I look around the door and see a lightskin tanish guy with long eyelashes, blond dreads tied up on his head, and face tattoos. He was wearing a blood red hoodie and ripped up jean shorts.

"What the fuck ...YOU BROKE MY FUCKING EARPHONES, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO OPEN A FUCKING DOOR??!", He said rubbing the side of his arm while looking down at his earbuds like he lost the most valuable priceless thing in his life.

"Im sooo sorryy, I didn't mean to hit you i was in a rush. You're totally right, I'm stupid...I shouldn't have busted the door open like that...im sorry", i said for the last time.

I really was. I felt bad for the guy, I'm no psychic but i can tell he's been through alot. For the simple fact that he's heartbroken over a pair of apple earbuds and he couldn't even look me in the face. He had the most depressed and emotionally drained look on his face. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days and his eyes were bloodshot red and low.

He's high.

"Just stay out my way". He said sharply.

I had deep feelings of regret and humiliation at the same time. Everyone walking by just gave me judge-mental and dirty looks. I'm used to it by now. I've always been a clutz my whole life. I'm at that point in life where I've finally been able to accept it. I watched him walk down the hall with his head down with only one earbud in his ear. It was honestly the first time I've ever encountered anyone who was bold enough to wear face tattoos, especially being in highschool. I wish i had the balls to just not gave a fuck just like he did. My boyfriend pops up behind me hugging me from the back with a concerned 'what just happened' look on his face while watching dread head walk down the hall disappearing from our sight.

"Who the fuck is that guy", He said kissing me on the cheek.

"Just an asshole i bumped into, he got mad as fuck and walked away..he's nobody."

I didn't think he was an asshole. I only said that so my boyfriend wouldn't put pieces together and get jealous that i felt sympathetic towards another guy other than him. But i did feel sympathy. Alot of it. He damn right had every right to be mad at me. I would be mad at me. I get him. I felt like i knew him for some reason. He seemed familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it.