The Girl From the Hallway

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The Girl From the Hallway

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There are moments that mark your life. These moments in which you realize nothing will ever be the same. These moments split your life into two parts; before this moment, and after this moment. Trust me, we've all had our marker.. Our "time divider," if you will. If not, then be ready, because it's coming, and it hit me like a sail in a storm.

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Surely you know what a crush feels like. Maybe you've been friends, maybe you vaguely know each other, and maybe you do something as simple as glance at each other one time, and after that single eye-lock, you're hooked.

I saw her in the hallway, half way into my freshman year. She was obviously new, there was no way I had gone half a year without seeing her somewhere. I still remember what she looked like.. Dark brown hair in waves cascading down her back. A black band t-shirt combined with black jeans, adorned in a flannel tied loosely around her waist, bracelets masking her arm. She had big glasses rested a little too low on the bridge of her nose. I giggled as I saw her struggle to hold her supplies in one hand and shove her glasses upward. I so badly wanted to go over and help, but I didn't. Hell, I'm glad I didn't.

The moment we made eye contact I realized two things; 1) that she was so strangely captivating. 2) that I was just another kid in a huge school that she would make awkward eye contact with for the next days or weeks to come. I had no shot even talking to her. Her cheeks flushed ever-so-slightly and her eyes flickered ahead, and her pace quickened. I felt half of my mouth involuntarily turn down, slightly offended by her effort to get away.. Maybe it was my fault. But hell, I'm glad it happened.

I went about my day as usual, constantly trying to shake the image of this mysterious, dark-haired girl that I'd seen but once. For some reason I couldn't help but think of her. I didn't even know her name and no, we'd never spoken but there was something so significant about the girl from the hallway that I could not comprehend. I would say that the glance incident was my divider, but that is not the case. Before the glance, I was just a no one. After the glance, I was a no one with a girl on his brain.

I had forgotten the girl from the hallway completely by math class. It was 6th period, the end of the day nearing, and my mind was too cluttered with homework and bits and pieces of stray information that I was too careless to write down to worry about a girl that I would likely never see again, let alone talk to. Of course, my plan changed when I sauntered into Mr. Rowen's Geometry class to see my seat occupied by the girl from the hallway. The corners of my lips turned up into a half-smile, half-smirk. I stopped in the door, cutting off and inevitably annoying a few students. I stepped aside and took a moment to compose myself before I walked over. As soon as I was nearing her (my) desk, my best friend pulled me aside.

"Hey, look," Jimmy pointed in the direction of the dark-haired girl.

"A new girl," he smirked, waggling his eyebrows. I nodded and stayed silent. He gave me a push forward in her direction, closely following behind me as I stopped at her (my) desk. She flinched a little and fumbled with her phone, sliding it out of sight. Jimmy giggled. The girl from the hallway looked up at us, her entire face clouded with hot, red nervousness. Neither of us spoke. For a moment we just made eye contact. I took in every feature; the depth of her eyes, the way she crossed her arms, how she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.. everything. Jimmy coughed a little and elbowed me in the back, attempting to wake me from my daydreams. When I continued to stare wondrously at the girl, he stepped in front of me.

"Hi, I'm Jimmy.. Are you new?" he introduced charismatically, holding out a perky hand, to which the mysterious girl hesitantly took, her mind obviously somewhere else.