Okay, so this is my first ever written story, since most of my stories are just stored up in my head.
“So, x is equal to?” our Math teacher, Ms. Abott droned on.
I, as usual wasn’t paying any attention. And neither was everyone.
Ms. Abott was still scribbling only God knows what when I heard our principal’s croaky voice.
“Ms. Abott?” Ms. Payton called out.
“Class, behave.” she automatically told us as she proceeded out of the classroom. Must be something major then, since Ms. Payton herself went up here. Normally, she just sends the relief teacher, or should I say her secretary to do the work for her.
When the cat is out, the mice come out to play.
If you must know, I am seated at the back next to my buds – namely George to my right and John in front of him – George started to open up the conversation with last night’s game. I’ve already discussed this with my father this morning. Trust me, it didn’t go well. So, I’m not really in the mood right now to talk about it again. I just listened. Soon enough, as expected, they were both buried deep in their conversation to even realize that I wasn’t paying attention anymore. I shifted in my seat, seizing the moment to examine the noisy classroom, mainly focusing my attention on girls. I started from front to back.
First, there’s Julie, our class president, standing near the teacher’s table, trying to keep the class shushed. After a few moments, seeing she was up to no good, she gave up, returned to her seat and began to share some gossip with her friends. I snorted. So much for a class president. I don’t blame her though, our class is just plain unruly.
Next.
Second girl I came upon was Rachel. Seems like she’s struggling to write something on her palm. She very well does know that it isn’t allowed, having been put in detention loads of times. But it just goes to show that she didn’t get anything out of them. I doubt if she even understands anything besides make-up. Such a waste of looks.
Next.
Then there’s Tanya. Blonde hair, hot figure, pretty face, grades are okay. She’s obviously the hottest girl in school. A goddess to the guys and a queen to the girls…the reason why she gets everything her way. A lot of guys tried hooking up with her but she always turns them down. To sum it all up, she’s the perfect girl in everyone’s eyes. Well, everyone except me. Much too perfect, for me. Seriously not my type. Surpised?
Moving on…
There’s Angela, one of Tanya’s cronies. Pretty but not my type either.
Next.
Michelle, the nerd; probably the smartest girl in class. She’s the only one who listens to Ms. Abott. Cute. But not cute enough.
As I saw who I’m about to check out next, I decided that this girl will be the last since I have so many things to say about her.
She was in the same row, only a couple of chairs away. She was reading a book. Her head was tilted to her left, revealing the right side of her face. Her loose hair was tucked in her ear, showing one of her rosy cheeks. She’s got a lean figure, her face, just right. Nice brown locks, cool bluegreen eyes. And a heck of a smile.
Her name’s Veronica. Smart, shy, and sweet. There you have it, my bestfriend since 2nd grade. We do a lot of things together. I come to their house everyday to do our homeworks, projects, and other school stuff for the day. We often hang out at the mall since George and John are so busy lately to go with me. Well to sum it all up again, having this certain bond between me and Vee make us treat each other like siblings…
Up until 2 days ago anyway, when George asked me if Vee and I were going out although he very well knows that we are just bestfriends. And we plan to keep it that way. You can’t blame me, dude, I have a right to doubt. Those were his exact words. Well, yeah, this is true of course. But among all the things to doubt, why me and Vee? But no matter how utterly ridiculous his question was, it got me thinking if there’s really a possibility of me and Vee together in that romantic – I shrugged at the word – sort of way.
We still treat each other as siblings, of course. In fact, nothing has changed between us except on how I see Vee lately. I keep noticing how really beautiful she looks when she smiles… and stuff. Well, you get my point, don’t you?
I shifted in my seat, my back to her now. I knew that my staring longer will do me no good since it'll probably increase the possibility of new questions. I already couldn’t shut out the first ones, how much chance will I ever get in shutting the new ones? I listened again – or so I tried – to George and John’s conversation. They were now talking about some pretty hot girls they saw recently. I sighed. So much for getting distracted.
I placed my hands at the back of my head, sort of like a support – still blocking her from my view – and sought the blackboard, which was now filled with graphs, a bunch of X's and Y's. I tried to make out what they meant, hoping to get some kind of distraction again. But even though nothing made sense, and I couldn’t see any of her right now, my thoughts still drifted back to her, since she’s going to help me understand this later.
Who am I kidding? She’s my kind of perfect.
And I hate to admit this, but the thoughts that I’ve been trying so hard to shut out for the past 2 days were still screaming at me. I mean RIGHT NOW. They were just so…intense. I cannot help but just to think of them. I mean I love Vee as my bestfriend. But after what George got me thinking, is it still the same love? Or is it something more now? Is my perception of her as my bestfriend actually preventing me from seeing the truth? That she’s actually the girl for me?
I decided to drift away and I was on the verge of it, when the bell rang, signaling the end of classes. I don’t know why, but I didn’t move. Instead, I just kept on staring into space.
Seeing that I didn’t have plans of leaving, John called me the name I hated the most. “Yo loverboy, you coming or not?” I knew why he used that though.
As expected, I responded. “Who you calling loverboy?” I snapped back as I stood, slinging my bag on my right shoulder.
“Easy fella. Just messing around.” George replied, patting my back. He stifled a chuckle. As we were going out of the classroom, I purposely made myself fall behind a bit. George and John didn’t seem to notice.
Before I finally stepped out of the room, I twisted my head around to look at her seat. It was already empty.
I sighed. It’s my first time to do it and I seriously don’t know why I did it.
