Purple Sharpie

Two: Josh

There was a dark ponytail, a smallish warm form hit my chest and I was on the floor.

"Hey um- sorry about that, I wasn't watching where I was going and I'm new and sorry."  I stuttered and tried to get up. "SORRY please I'm so sorry." All that before I had even seen the girl I locked falls with. 

She was pretty in an odd way, and she didn't exactly keep her face composed as she looked up, giving me plenty of not-exactly-attractive shots to view her from. But something about her struck me like I was in a storm.

And the apologies flowed from my mouth like some sort of word vomit. 

Hands shaking slightly, I helped the girl up.

It's not love at first sight. I thought, in that half- moment she looked at me while we were both standing for the first time. That stuff only happens in the books.

And then a voice came from some sort of mist.  "CAMMIE!"

That's her name. Cammie.

The girl- Cammie- turned suddenly and her face went a violent, angry beet red.

I smiled, reviling in the sight of her until I realized who was running towards her.

A boy.

How could I forget that when you're someone like her you have boyfriends.

I tried to shake myself out of it as she was literally swung and lifted.

They're probably super serious.

That's probably why she looked at me like I was out of some zombie movie.

Ooh I'm such an idiot.

I watched Cammie and her boyfriend talk together, her slim arms encased in his large ones.

Large arms.

I'm tall, but not exceedingly muscle-ful. He was better for her anyway.

I shook my head as he tried to kiss her, but she shied by looking at the clock on the wall.

I'm new enough that I don't even know which way to go to get to the lunchroom.

What the heck am I trying thinking that I could handle this massive -crush- on this taken girl I hadn't even met yet.

As I watched through a film of wonder, forgetting about everything but a slight monster I'd never met before raising its filthy head from somewhere in the cavity that was my chest.

And the girl- Cammie- was away from the boy's clutches and his exploring hands.

As I watched, she basically sprinted down the hall backwards and saluted to the boy. And suddenly, unattainablely, she locked eyes with me and waved.

I'd never known the meaning of 'head in the clouds' until that moment trying to find my first period class.

I didn't know left from right, and it needed to be stopped.

At some point, I turned the corner and saw the class on my list. Mr. Moynihan, Ethics.

I took a moment from my mental vacation to truly and physically groan as I went inside.