Crush

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CRUSH

It all started as a joke, well actually revenge. I was at cinematography dying of boredom as usual, my chin resting on my palm and my eyes lost in the nothingness. Next to me Charlie wrote at high speed everything Mr. Perry was Saying, which was stupid considering that half of the class was about his grandson and his adventures, like that one day when he bit their dog pretending be one. Bullshit he just wanted to bring the little gremlin to class and make us love him as much as he did. Anyway I desperately needed something to wake me up and it happened almost immediately, my phone rang and I shoved my hands in my pockets and tugged it out.

Mr. Perry didn’t mind, well actually he didn’t notice, I wasn’t the only one with my phone in hand during the class, everybody was doing it, everybody but Charlie of course.

“I miss you”

Said the text

I held my breath and slowly let it out in a low and muffled sigh while my cheeks burned.

Charlie Jabbed me in the ribs, but his eyes were still on the board, though his ears were definitely with me, then his brow crests as if he were asking me a question, and I supposed he was asking about Steve. Charlie didn’t like Steve and I couldn’t get the reason, but every time I talked about what Steve and I did the day before he changed the subject or glared at me when I didn’t want to shut up, he wasn’t jealous of course he was straight and… well he was a little concerned about me, because according to him Steve was the worst kind of person you can ever meet, the ones who never knows who they really are, the ones that say I love you and don’t mean it because they don’t know what it means, because the only thing they love is themselves and the fact that everybody loves them.

Anyway I met Steve at a freshmen party at ΩΧΔ when no one knew me so I still wasn’t an outcast. I was next to the table handing Charlie a red cup, it was so hard for me to drag him there, but Hey! We weren’t at high school anymore and if we really wanted the things to be different we need to start doing all differently.

So there we were trying to keep it cool, until Charlie couldn’t hold it back anymore and began with his cynic talk about college parties, jocks and pregnant high school girls, and then it happened, someone just burst in laughs next to us and a skinny girl approached, she was short with skin as white as snow, bright and outlined bottle-green eyes and wearing purple lipstick, a Goth, oh Hell!.

She came up with a comment about her stupid friends dragging her to the party and then they both chuckled and their eyes sparkled, I could see it even behind Charlie’s glasses, oh God, they clicked!

When I heard her name I almost chocked with whatever I was drinking I mean, Alice? Really? What about Graveyard’s princess or endless nightmare? Well I overreacted a little, actually Alice was pretty cool, but when she started to fidget with her hair while she talked to Charlie I knew it was time for me to go, because they would be pretty busy in matter of minutes eating each other’s mouths.

I wandered around watching the slutty freshmen-girls flirting with the jocks, far at the end of the yard were crowded some dorks, staring at everybody with frightened faces, why they went to the party in the first place? It was hilarious and sad at the same time. Anyway I didn’t risk to approach too much to them and rather hike through the place, it was autumn so the air was brisk, the trees naked and their leaves were all scattered on the ground, some yellow others red and orange and brown the most wilted ones, it was sad I didn’t got my camera with me, I would have taken some really cool pictures that afternoon.

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