9/7/2020

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It was green apple today.

Before you ask, no I'm not eating an apple. I was, however, watching Destiny Jones enjoy her third green apple jolly's rancher of the class period.

You know how every person has their thing. That thing that they seem really into or obsessed with. Whether it be good or bad. It could sometimes take ages to find out what that thing is but once you did you noticed it every time after that. With Destiny it was pretty obvious.

Her thing was jolly ranchers

She surrounded herself with them. It would be obvious or subtle. It could be the flavor of her lip smacked, a hair clip shaped like the candy, earrings that looked like them, or in today's case she could be popping them into her mouth. Then I would be left gazing at her brown pillowy lips for the rest of class. My heart clinching slightly whenever her lips would pucker at the slightly sour taste of the green apple artificial flavoring.

If you didn't know her well you might assume that her teeth would be filled with cavities. Nope. Not one cavity lived in her mouth. In contrast her teeth were pearly white and straight. She loved to smile and show off what color had turned her normally pink tongue all different hues.

My teeth weren't so lucky. I took pretty good care of my teeth in my opinion but that didn't stop my mother from agreeing with my orthodontist to get train tracks out in my mouth. I argued that I would never get a girlfriend with a mouth full of metal. No girl would want a boyfriend that looked like a complete loser that couldn't even kept his own teeth straight. My mother ignored that comment and by the end of the I had sore gums and sore pride.

Back to Destiny though.

If it wasn't obvious already, I am crushing on her in a major way. She is beautiful, funny, and she seemed to be livelier in the mornings than I had ever been in my life.

Aside from her big lips with a thick layer of glitter lip gloss, she had slanted eyelids, chubby cheeks, chocolate skin that was almost blemish free, big hair that she kept in a giant top knot on her head. Plus she had a few curves that seemed to appear almost instantaneously over the summer.

Today she was dressed more feminine than her usual style. After watching her for a while I could tell she liked a Tom boyish style overall but with a face of makeup. I'm not that insecure that I can't admit when a woman looks better in men's clothing than most men. Destiny could take any clothes out my closet any day.

She crossed her legs and leaned forward to listen to whatever story her girlfriend was telling her from across the table. I had to look away when her denim skirt rose up a little higher than I thought she might think acceptable. I thought about maybe telling her that her skirt had come up on the sides but the thought of even tapping her on her naked shoulder and having those dark brown robes stare back at me was enough to have me shaking my head. My heart could take that.

I used my faded Family Guy T-shirt that I had gotten in freshman year to cool myself off. I didn't want to have an accident in the middle of biology. That would only make me feel like an in class experiment.

The class seemed to drag on until it was time to split into groups. I groaned inwardly at that. I hated groups. I was like an outcast here. It wasn't that I was disliked, more like no one knew me that well and so I was never really included in their groups so I would often be left alone or be grouped with the other stranglers.

I put my head down on the desk to wait until the teacher noticed I was alone and decided to just put me somewhere. I wasn't even like that for two minutes when I heard something.

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