The alarm with off. Must be 7, I thought to myself as I turned over to smack the alarm off. Silence at last. I lay on my back looking up at my white bare ceiling, arguing with myself about how to stay in bed. Finally, I decided to get up. I walk over to my bedroom windows and opened the curtains, the light hurt my eyes. Then I walked over to my closet, another argument with myself begins. It takes a while to figure out what to wear for today. Now! Breakfast time. I moved myself a small cup of coffee and some scrambled eggs. I eat at a slower pace than normal, which makes me late, but, doesn't make me eat fast. I put my dishes away, grab my bags and books, close the front door behind and walk to my car heading to my school.
At school, I walked down the hallway with my full backpack on my back and some books in my hands. I had to walk fast, passing everyone since I was running late. I swiftly navigate around the herds of people that clog the hallways. I was being careful about where I was going and how I was passing people until I slammed into someone and fell flat on my face. My books and papers flew everywhere on the shiny, dirty hallway floor. There I was face down, humiliated, late, hurt and I just wanted to melt into that floor and disappear. But, someone was talking to me someone to me, someone was picking up my papers. I had to look up to see who? Who was helping me? Who actually cared to stop and help a klutz? I looked up and suddenly couldn't breathe. I saw his perfect lips moving but I heard no sound. I felt dizzy and my stomach turned to knots. We both moved in the same direction and touched each other hand as we grab the last book. My first thought that it was weird and cliché. He was physically perfect in every way. I stared a little too long until I finally said something to break the awkward silence.
"I'm sorry, thank you for your help," I stuttered. I started to get up.
"No problem. You're Sam, right?" The prince charming said.
I was shocked that he knew me, as he seemed like the kind of guy who only hangs with the "cool kids". I couldn't make my mouth more. What was my name? Why can't my lips move? Where is my voice? Finally squeaked:
"Oh yeah, I'm Sam. Nice to meet you....?" I held my hand out for a handshake.
"My name is Ardolph Cooper. Nice to meet you, Sam. . . ." Giving a perfect smile.
We shook hands with each other. I finally remembered to close my mouth.
"Hey man, Class is about to start," the guy behind Ardolph said as he put his hands on Ardolph shoulders.
Ardolph said to me "see ya soon" and walked off with his friend. I stood there staring, watching him walk away. I finally pulled myself together and headed off to be late for class. I made it to class before the professor arrived. I sat in the chair that I always sat in. My mind couldn't focus, I kept thinking of Ardolph. I got my binder and book out for the class. I started to doodle.
After the class ended I automatically walked out of class, didn't even notice my phone vibrating. My best friend, Jesse, was texting me.
I walked out of the building to my car I sat there replaying the crash over and over in my head. Why was this so tuck in my head? I picked up my phone and saw 10 texts from Jesse. She saw the crash in the hall and was dying to talk to me. She wouldn't stop texting. As I began to text her back, Ardolph walked by my car and headed towards a girl. They didn't see me but I could see them. They were so close I couldn't help myself, I slowly rolled down my window. I could hear what they were saying. I didn't recognize this girl was angrily yelling at Ardolph about me, apparently, her friend saw the crash and us together. I giggled at that, how she was pissed about a nobody, me, she had no idea who I was. She kept warning Ardolph not to ever see me again. Why was she so upset from an accident, plus it's not like he is going to be able to see me again.
I got home, sent my stuff down and started making me some food for myself. Turned the Television on. I watch, I eat, I did homework, I slept. That is my life. Jesse and I texted back and forth about my literal ran in with Ardoplh, my Prince charming she kept calling him. She also warned me about his supposed girlfriend. She is a very rich girl with a very powerful Father. Jesse kept teasing me that my Prince was going to have to defend me from the rich girl and her Father. I told her to knock it off. It made me mad he had a girlfriend. Just as I was texting Jesse I got a text from an unknown number, it said "Hi Sam, it's Ardolph your friend Jesse gave me your phone number. Can you talk?" I texted: "O-K". My phone rang. Crap! He was actually calling me. I dropped my phone. What I am going to do? As I picked up my phone I must have hit the answer button cause I kept hearing him say:
"Hello?" Crap now what? Was I actually going to have a conversation with him? Why not text me? Why does he have to call! Crap! Carp! Crap!
"Ello?" I squeaked out, "Hey. . . It's Sam," how dumb was that. He called me course, he knew it was me.
"Hey, I got your phone number from your Friend Jesse, hope that was ok?"
"It's totally fine" I giggle nervously, "So. . . What do you want to talk about?" My curiosity took over.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go and hang out sometime this week" he too sounded nervous.
I became silent, I was screaming in the inside but was totally quite.
"If not then that's totally fine, I just thought. Never mind" He added one.
"No no no, I would love to sorry I just...Um, don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Oh!" he said, "No not really"
"Not really?" I asked, "What does that mean?"
"I picked up your test paper today, remember? I want to head it to you."
Crap! Crap! Crap! Jesse I'm going to kill you, you made me think he had an interest in me. My head was swirling. With embarrassment.
"Oh! yeah right," I barely muttered. I just need to die right now.
"I thought maybe we could get together and study. I had a hard time with that class last semester another guy helped me figure it out. Thought I could help you."
"Oh God! I'm sorry. Um yeah, I need some help, that would be great."
"How about tomorrow after school?"
"Um sure"
"Great! Tomorrow then"
"Yeah great Um tomorrow, ah thanks."
"No problem, Oh and Sam?"
"Yea?"
"I broke up with my girl 3 months ago."
Crap! My heart is in my throat
"Looking forward to tomorrow," he hangs up.
