Today I'm leaning against my locker playing it cool. I'm pretending I'm waiting for Bulk to come, but really I'm waiting to see her before going to class.
Kim Hart is everything I'm never going to be. She's bubbly, outgoing, friendly, popular, and beautiful. I'm loud, abrasive, semi-attractive, and mostly a loner.
We aren't friends and probably won't ever be. Then again, I'm sure we won't. I make it a policy to never lie to myself even when I have my clueless façade to the outside world. To be completely honest, I don't just want friendship from her, but you have to start somewhere.
On the surface, the only thing we have in common is music. She plays the guitar and my secret skill is the piano. That's not much to build a friendship on and that's even if she were willing to do it.
I almost fell over when Bulkie punched my shoulder. He laughed hard. "Hey, dweeb."
I nodded. "Who were you looking for?" I was startled at the question. I guess I underestimated him because I never thought he would be able to see that I was looking at someone. I ignored the question, hoping he'd let it go. He'd only tease me about it if he knew. He looked at me skeptically, but let it go. "Let's bounce then."
I breathed a sigh of relief that he let it go. Bulk never did like a mystery; it's why we were always trying to uncover the Power Rangers identities.
We took off down the hall; the familiar feel of my trench coat flapping against my legs distracted me from the disappointment of not seeing Kim. I glanced back one final time to see her opening her locker. Resolutely, I turned away, ignoring the flutter in my stomach. There was no point in thinking about it. She'd never look at me in any way other than being a nuisance. I just wish my heart would understand.