I am writing a story.. if you like it, you like it. if you don't, you don't. It's pretty much a story about 2 juniors in high school unknowingly going through a lot of life problems together. When something unexpected happens, life suddenly becomes a lot more real to them both. This is the prologue, giving some background on the main characters. I deliberately did not add names because I'm waiting to add them in Chapter 1.
Prologue
I'll be the first to admit it.. I am the quintessential nerd, except I have more style in the clothes I wear. I read comic books, I love videogames, and I'm a regular biannual attendee of Comic-Con. The variable in nerds that has not changed is my lack of confidence with girls. All throughout middle school they'd be friends with me, but I would not be friends with them. To explain, they considered me a go-between, just friends, homework buddy, quiz buddy, and test buddy. In essence, there wasn't a girl I talked to that didn't friendzone me after 3 conversations. This continued well into my freshman year in high school. Only this time, I was considered an actual friend. Though still friendzoned, girls talked to me AFTER I helped them ace their final, or save their ass on a homework assignment.
Starting 9th grade year was brutal socially. Most of my friends left after middle school either because they moved states, cities, or homes, or because they were bullied. I was the nerd friend that couldn't be bullied because I knew how to give it right back. Anyway, a lot of new students were coming as a lot a old students left. Only 2 of my previous friends had stayed, but they were the friends that you knew their name, but it takes a while to recognize them. The first day of school was easy going, I breezed through my classes and made it home. The second day was where things got tougher. A new student, to the school transferred into my Spanish class and immediately started to make my life a living hell. Lunch that day, I sat alone in the library read up on Nuclear Physics. The same kid from my Spanish class came in to the library with an apparent vengeance. I laid low, and hoped he wouldn't find me. A few months in, a girl I had no idea even went to our school came late into my English class. I knew little about her, but what I did know was that I had a huge crush on her from then on.
This girl was beautiful. I mean beautiful. I had to restrain myself from staring as she strutted into the class and handed the pass to the teacher. She was beautiful, and she knew it. What was most surprising this entire scenario was what happened next. I stopped staring after a while, but somehow found myself staring again. This time she noticed. She stared right back at me, walked towards the empty seat next to me, ran her hand across the back of my neck and smirked, then sat in the empty seat. Someone set this up to trick me, it couldn't have been real. What brought me back to reality was when I realized she knew of my reputation in middle school, and asked me if I could "help" her with her essay. It was at that moment I realized I might live the rest of my life in the friendzone of every girl I ever met. The crush turned into a blazing fit of rage. Unfortunately for me, she became the outlet for the rage that quelled in my heart for 3 and a half years. She never spoke to me again after that night. But it needed to come out sooner or later.
9th grade ended on a high note, with my getting my very first kiss. However not at the most opportune moment, and not with the girl I was slowly developing another crush on, but beggars can't be choosy, and I was sure as hell glad it happened. Her lips were so soft and smooth as I had imagined any girl's, but it was special. Reason being, it was with a true friend. The entire year I had assumed she was just using me as all other girls had. Wind of that had gotten to her, and on the last day of school, it happened. Much to my surprise, that was the last I'd ever see her, but not the last I'd ever hear of her.
10th grade started much as 9th grade had ended. In fact, almost exactly as 9th grade had ended. I was hanging out with my friends in the morning when out of the blue this tall, thin red head grabbed me by the collar with such force, I swear I had whiplash after, and kissed me with much enthusiasm. I didn't know what to think other than wow. She walked back to her little group and I heard faintly from her "Now will you guys leave me alone?!" I laughed, the bell rang, and everyone went to their classes. The same girl appeared in 4 of my classes. I wasn't sure if this is fate, once again, toying with me, or she actually was in 4 of my classes. I asked her what her name was, and she responded with her name. I asked her why she kissed me earlier in the morning and she told me with reluctance that it was a dare. I could tell she was lying, but I wasn't about to go instigating where I don't belong.
The rest of the year was very interesting. I had regular lady friends now, and I now actually had a phone. Texting was no longer a rarity. What made the rest of the year interesting was the reactions and answers to me asking these lady friends what to make of a girl every other day kissing me exactly the same and giving me the same smirk after each kiss. They all asked me what her name was, didn't respond much afterwards. That was until one Friday before spring break. My best lady friend texted me and told me this girl had a boyfriend, saying she's had one for a while. It perplexed me so much, but I kept my cool and didn't think much of it. When 10th grade ended, on the last day of school, the same thing that happened a year ago, happened that day. I was kissed again, and smirked at by the same girl.
All in all, I had developed a huge crush on this girl that I barley knew. 11th grade would be started 9 weeks from then, and I couldn't wait to see her again. Junior year would be a year to remember.. Little did I know, a lot more would occur in my Junior year than I had hoped to anticipated.
Comments
+d because this is really long and you probs took a lot of time doing this
