A Final Dance

Act VII

Friday.

So.

Are you thinking what I was thinking?

Um... So Sara Temptation was a straight female, meaning that she was attracted to guys.

I was a guy.

Well, I still am, but you know what I mean.

Hey, these days, that point does need to be clarified, you know. But whatever. That Sara was straight shouldn't have been big news for any normal, rational, thinking human being. But then I was not normal, and as you can see I'm definitely not rational, and my thinking process is a little off.

Regardless, I started to put the pieces together. She was attracted to me.

ME!!!

She needed glasses, surely.

That morning after the bus dropped me off at school, I met up with her before class. "I am so sorry for assuming you were..."

"Oh shut up!" she laughed, slapped my arm, and wrapped her arm around me so that we could walk to our usual spot together. She still couldn't stop giggling over the matter. Man I tell you, feeling her touch my body meant so much more all of a sudden.

"Does this mean you forgive me?"

"Hmm," she looked up at me with one eyebrow high above the other. "I'll have to think about it." And with that, her arm meandered south until her hand rested squarely on my butt and gave me a good squeeze.

And that, I tell you, felt all kinds of good. I turned my eyes down to look her close in the face. My heart, my whole body fluttered. Try to imagine being duct-taped to a race car zooming towards a brick wall at 300 mph only to watch that brick wall get lifted and taken away and suddenly the race car grows wings and you're no longer strapped to it but sitting comfortably and someone comes by saying, 'sir, would you like some coffee? We're about to take off.' 'Are we going to the moon?' I'd ask. 'Sir, this flight is intergalactic; you'd better hold on tight.'

"What?" She smiled. "The rule is that you can't touch me; you didn't say anything about me touching you."

And was I going to argue the point? No sir. No, I was not.

During first period, it was all I could think about. I was supposed to think about... something. I dunno. It was important, whatever it was. It was on the board.

Sara Templeton wanted to have sex with me!

Oh my effing gawd! Go back one month, just one month and show me her and tell me that she wanted to have sex with me, I'd have thought you crazy. And did I want to have sex with her, too? Let me put it this way: I'd have nailed her on a train, I'd have nailed her on a plane. I'd have nailed her in the house, I'd have nailed her with a mouse. I'd have done it in a box, goodness gracious, what a fox! And I'd have hit that here and there, I'd have done it anywhere!

Then second period, things changed a bit. There was someone in second period that made me feel a tad uneasy about the whole situation, and his name of course was Joaquin.

Sara liked looking at Joaquin. She thought he was nice to look at. Of course, I thought Gina was nice to look at. Nothing compared to Sara, but still nice. But she liked Joaquin, who sat adjacent to my row and a few seats ahead. I sat there, studying the guy's perfectly cropped hair, his perfectly bronzed skin, his perfectly heavy shoulders, his perfectly sculpted arms, damn he was nice to look at and I didn't even go that way.

I watched as the girl sitting behind him kicked his desk. He didn't react. She kicked him again. He still didn't react. She kicked him again. Finally, he turned around and gave her his baby blues with that smug Elvis grin.