A Simple Switch

2 - The Girl

DYLAN

"BRR BRR BRR BRR"

My alarm clock blared violently. But not as violently as my hand when I  slammed the snooze button for the fourth time that morning. It was a Monday. While the thought of 'Cyber Monday' Internet deals did excite me, it also meant it was the first day of school following Thanksgiving. Despite the extended weekend being only four in days total, I was still not ready for another week. Collin had left for SSU last night, so the house contained only my sleeping sister and mother and myself. After another precious nine minutes of blissful unconciousness, my alarm went off again, and this time I decided to drag myself out of bed to keep from falling asleep again.

I reluctantly walked over to my dresser to get ready for school. Another day, another snooze fest. School no longer interested me at all.

'What??' Some might say. 'This guy considers himself a nerd, but hates going to school?'

Well yeah, I do. Like I said, my only real friend goes to Brook High, and because I'm a introverted nerd (I'll gladly admit it), I am practically invisible; a social pariah. I always ate lunch alone or in my Physics teacher's room, I participated in practically no extracurricular activities, and I hardly spoke unless spoken to. This was my senior year, and being the diligent (and bored) student that I was, I spent most of my summer completing nearly all of my college applications for the 'Early Decision' deadline. I like to learn, not to school. All in all, I had no friends to look forward to seeing, no classes I had to work hard in, and nothing to do.

Pressed for time, I quickly threw on the clothes I always wore: a large, plaid, button up shirt, dark brown cargo pants, and a pair of old New Balance running shoes. I don't actually run (yeah RIGHT), but I got these shoes as hand-me-downs from my father, before he divorced my mom. Also, they were the only sneakers I had that weren't two sizes too small. My shirt was too loose, my pants too tight, and my shoes ripped, but there wasn't much I could or wanted to do about it. I hurriedly grabbed my bag and glasses and ran out to the bus stop. No time to comb my messy brown hair, but then again, when did I ever.

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I left my Calculus class grateful that half of my school day was already over. As I headed to study hall, late, I might add, I felt a shoulder bump forcefully into mine. I turned around to see a girl with delicate brown hair walking speedily past me.

Time seemed to pause, and I was frozen. This was the girl! The girl! Michaela Arthur. She had straight, light amber brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and a golden smile. I had known who she was ever since she transferred into my U.S. government class, but of course she didn't know me.

Time unfroze, and I could see her form continue to quickly pace away.

What should I do?

Normally I would just pretend nothing happened and let my dream girl walk away, but I still could hear Collin's voice ringing in my head.

'Be confident!'

"Sorry, beautiful," I crooned.

She immediately stopped and turned around.

"What did you say to me?"

OH MY GOD. What did I just do?? This was a terrible mistake.

"I said 'Sorry,' beautiful," forcing the confidence out of me.

I plastered on a smile, which inconveniently felt like more of a smirk.

She was fully facing me now, staring at me through narrowed eyes.

"Are you hitting on me?" she questioned.

WHAT HAVE I DONE???

"I was just trying to say I was sor-" I quickly stammered.

"You don't even know me," she asserted, cutting me off.

I tried to protest, but she turned back around and stormed off, clearly agitated.

"Asshole," I heard her mutter.

Dear lord, as if Mondays weren't bad enough already.

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