Love is defined as "a strong feeling of affection and concern for another person accompanied by sexual affection." Yeah, well, there's also another term for it. An addicting hell.
I'm Serena Chamberlain, a typical 16 year old girl from Covington, GA, in the land of the free, and the home of the brave. I get Starbucks with my lunch money, and would chose a new pair of Uggs over most bodily desires any day. And yes. I was in love.
You know, the love where the sound of his name gives you the same butterflies he did when he kissed you for the first time after your third date. The guy who brings the same smile to your face as the day he first looked you in the eyes and meaningly said I love you. The one whose simple touch gives you the goose bumps of adrenaline and passion like the night you first laid down together. Yeah, just like the movies or those romantic books we read to escape harsh reality, while we deny the fact we may never have it. But some of us do.
Repeating 34-21-35 I tried to open my locker, and as it unlatched, a warm hand grabbed mine from behind. Embracing the moment, I gave random guesses as to who the mystery hand holder could be, as I was sure it was my best friend. A heavy hum proved otherwise. In confusion, my hair whipped around to be even more startled by the sigh of Jack. I couldn't breathe.
Jack Morris, the point guard for the Central HS basketball team. 6'4", Dirty blonde hair, Irresistible hazel brown eyes, and the worlds sexiest subtle smile that causes all the gals to blush.
Normally, he's the type of guy you would try to resist as to not fall into his hidden games of lies and heartbreak as a player, but that's not Jack. He isn't the most popular guy in school, but to a girl like me I don't see why not. His 4.3 GPA is hidden by a disguised persona of a shyly intimate boy who would rather read than stare at someone's rack. That's a sweet change from the boys our society has framed as sexy because, I'm sorry, when did guys wearing their pants below their ass and and treating girls like a broken toy become sexy? Societies bandwagons of what's attractive and whats not have created a false sense of what reality should be, and it seems to just be down right degrading to women in their adolescence. But Jack, oh, Jack was different. He didn't fish for girls looking for one night of dinner. He necessarily wasn't looking at all. He sat right in front of me in English. It wasn't love at first sign, that's one thing for sure, but a love that grew with time. He was my best friend. Always a helping hand when I needed, making sure I was okay or knew what to do. We would tell stories, mainly the crazy ones exposing our wild lifestyles or infamous families. We could laugh like our lives depended on it. We entertained each other when the days seemed dark. It took four months. A whole 132 days plus to realize the person sitting right in front of me might be the person I fall head over heels for, and believe me, I was one who thought it was best to keep your Louis Vuitton's on the ground.
In a matter of days, everything he did seemed to make me smile. I had been in plenty of relationships to know what affection felt like, but it was something more. His smile. It's always been that smile he flashes every chance he gets. It's that very smile I fell in love with December of last year.
Yes, I know what you're thinking. How can you be in love with someone you aren't even in a relationship with? Well that's easy. Try talking to someone everyday, texting, exchanging hallway smirks, and knowing someone like family. It wasn't hard. But what I couldn't believe was how he could have feelings for me too. I mean, when do our dreams come true? And that's what it seemed like. Just a dream. But fantasy just might become my reality.
I was falling, blindly and recklessly. Everyone was pushing. Pushing for me to tell him, but how could I? What if he didn't feel the same way? After contemplating, our relationship seemed to pull to a halt. Out of no where, I began to give up. But the next day. The very next day, one of his best friends asked me, "do you know Jack?" And in confusion, I slowly nodded. I asked question on question of why he was asking me that. His friend was in the class we were in, of course he knew I knew him. And I finally pulled out the truth. Jack had told his friends I was pretty.
Basically, step one in the 'Road to Relationship' guide book was completed. Establish flirty friendly terms and see where it falls. And pieces began to fit perfectly. I gained the hope and drive that was needed to succeed. Jack Morris will be mine.
