When October ends

Chapter 2

As I am being dragged into the bathroom, I notice the pink walls. It's the women's room. As I lift my head, I see the purple hair surrounding her beautiful hazel eyes and her lipstick covered lips. Emily.

-Don't even try saying a word, she whispers as she grabs my face.

I would have tried stopping her, but why would I? I have been waiting for this almost my whole life. This is the dream I've been planning for so long. This is the scenario I was trying to find a flaw to and failed too many times. I feel the heat of her lips pressing up against mine. I have never had a warmer feeling. She slides her hands down my neck and my shoulders as she feels my stomach. I hear the bell and she stops suddenly.

- Same place in an hour or so, she says as she leaves in a hurry.

I'd like to say something, to move , but I am hypnotized by every one of her moves. Everytime her heels touch the ground, every inch of her hair moving in the way makes me want to follow her. This is actually the first time I had a dream that came true so close to what I wished it would be. It takes a couple of seconds to realize my situation ; I am in the women's room, just standing there because I just got kissed by the one I've been admiring for so long while I am supposed to be in class. I grab my textbooks and run towards my English class. As I open the door, Mr.Brown is reading one of the pages in "Song of Myself" by Walt Whitman, as he does at the beggining of every class. A few faces turn my way with surprised expressions on them. I can't blame them ; Liam Swaine being wait to a class. That's going to spread around school pretty fast. Now see, people call me a nerd. I don't approve of the term, but it's the closest name to who I am that they can come up with. This is a judgement of looks but also of behaviour. I'm a 5"8 guy with brown hair and brown eyes, always wearing my glasses. I am not as fit as the jocks we see in American movies but I am not fat. But never being late to a class and getting acceptable grades is what gave my reputation a true meaning. I try not bringing more attention on me and slowly walk to the back of the class, where my seat is, and sit. Now see, people are willing to believe everything they heard about Emily so far, but if the rumor of us making out spreads, no one will. Again, a judgement on looks.

- Mr. Swaine, says Mr.Brown as he finishes Whitman's poem. You are late...again.

I hear a few snickers coming from the students. I don't say anything back because talking may not be something I enjoy.

- Anyway, I'm glad you didn't miss much,he says before continuing with his course.

I take out my notebook without looking at him. To normal people, that might have seemed rude but people know my social situation. The class goes on with the students taking notes of what Mr.Brown is saying. I can barely concentrate. What happened in the bathroom coukd possibly be the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. What could have possibly hit her? Emily is a really live-in-the-moment girl. If she had liked me, she would have told me a long time ago. She could have been dared to do it. But then again, why would she tell me to meet her an hour later? I sigh. I guess I'm gonna find out soon.